This is a song about "Thots locks and cops"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

The prowlin' cops and enemies, we end up on cots,

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

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

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

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Toke lots and hope cops

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

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And mine somewhere bout mars

Fuck them hoes and the cops