This is a song about "The fuzz"

Hold up wait a minute watch out for the fuzz

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

That gyal want mi ride har

Down the street to the car,

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

As the king upon the throne

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

The dope the rhyme wizard

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Thinkin of the the dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

The more battles the better the flows