This is a song about "Thots locks and cops"

Damn! the cops appear, and i got no licence here,

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

U went to the cops and played "lets make a deal"/

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

And i know what all the cops are bastards

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

But these rogue corrupt cops go and stop me in a line,

And the significance of cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

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

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Radio the cops and tell them to stop hating