This is a song about "Thots locks and cops"

And mine somewhere bout mars

And the significance of cops

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I'll throw him into a giant oven and hide the locks.

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

And the cops went to even go raid his house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Radio the cops and tell them to stop hating

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

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