This is a song about "Being a police man"

But being crazy man i could of told yah

They claim it as their own, africa

The latter being a constant misconception,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I believed in a higher being.

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

A childhood being suppressed,

Niggas in the street scared

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

The police knew our house like a fuckin donut place

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Visualizing being a college graduate,