This is a song about "Thot patrol"

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

Thot it was about me all about me

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

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

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

Baby all i do is rap

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

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

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

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

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