This is a song about "The feds"

No deal if i feel like they work with the feds

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I've been hustling that crack and i've been ducking the feds,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

It's like you were afraid of feds or loose threads

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money