This is a song about "24 po po at my door"

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

I took a step into my new classroom door

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Getting high infront of the, po-lice, higher then i was before, see?

And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

She probably had a reason though

So the po-po never know

Maybe my next line could be fuck the bloody po po

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

Here i am at the door can't find the keyhole

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll