This is a song about "Thot patrol"

Ghettos and kids that roam the globe, patrol like a soldier known,

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

She's a thot i guessed i learned the truth the hard way

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Thot it was about me all about me

While i'm making history

A patrol car's no more than a whore with two dicks inside it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll