This is a song about "Being a police man"

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

Mines is family over everything

Took the form of a human being

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

That'll do anything that i please

By a gang called the police

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

The time is now, on everything

I believed in a higher being.