This is a song about "Stop drop and roll"

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

And roll all my own blunts

He dont want the diamonds

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

And plus you know i won’t stop ‘till the day that i drop,

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Switch up to the fast lane hop in and lets roll!

So drop the freaking attitude & stop with being mad & rude

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot