This is a song about "Being a police man"

By a gang called the police

Gotta go, let her leave

To liberate yourself, africa

But being crazy man i could of told yah

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

And my wish is to have everything

Or was i just a desolate being

And i ain't never left

A childhood being suppressed,

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

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Like a whole police k-9 unit filled with basset hounds,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

The police knew our house like a fuckin donut place

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face