This is a song about "Being a police"

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Grating their face now with ease, bitch gangster's a disgrace i police,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Took the form of a human being

I just got one request, stop breathing

Or was i just a desolate being

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

The police are just scumbags and a pain in my ass, hemorrhoid