This is a song about "The cops"

And the cops will need an explanation

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Watching for hollow-tip shots

From the jects, where peepa don't call cops/

Sb nike's, with the grey box

(sirens) "oh shit the cops"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

(sirens) "oh shit the cops"

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

It'll leave the cops hazy

Could i make you my baby

I be murdering bars

And the significance of cops

But my life isnt perfect , always ran from the cops

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars