This is a song about "The feds"

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Feds will never catch me,

Donate a kitty and tell the feds to come get me!

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

No deal if i feel like they work with the feds

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though