This is a song about "Smoking crack and killing police officers"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

Got tired of running from the police

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

Can barely walk the city streets

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Look, ambition will define you

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Straight g thing, double m g thing