This is a song about "The feds"

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Cops watchin' us, tappin', yo the feds buggin' me,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Feds cannot uncover the tracks i leave for them either

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Feds will never catch me,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

The feds don't even care if im alive or resting peacefully

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets