This is a song about "The opps sirens"

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

But you never come when you period is five days

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Ever since then i had no job

, only opps fuck around cough on smoke

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

Volcanic sirens in horizons you will never reach

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Don't listen to the song of the sirens

I heard the sirens blaze from i mile away.

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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