This is a song about "A long song on police working"

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

1:06 // verse 1: girl with the long hair, i wrote you a song prayer

Been faded way too long, ill just sing this song

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

I need a reason to go on so i put on a new song feelin withdrawn

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Got her going down, no teeth

By a gang called the police

I'm working on four dimensions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

They're all saying come on everybody sing a long

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Yo put on the spot to show off in a song

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

And when i'm long gone, whole crew sing a swan song