This is a song about "Women drugs police dealing snitches"

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

But according to the police

By a gang called the police

I'm everything that they call nice

Fake young snitches that call us up

I thought it'd get better but

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Can barely walk the city streets

U prolly the one callin police

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

I don't need fallen women

Shout out chicken getting chicken

I understand i'm back by popular demand

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.