This is a song about "Thots locks and cops"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

And the significance of cops

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Radio the cops and tell them to stop hating

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

For blacks and the whites, but these kids hear us slaughter cops,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

On those phony wack "artists" and all the cops that hate us,

I can feel your heart beating fast

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Fuck them hoes and the cops

You pull up in parking lots