This is a song about "Being a police officer"

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

The police knew our house like a fuckin donut place

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Visualizing being a college graduate,

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

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

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

Cause i'm a baller all y'all niggas do is block the hoop

By a gang called the police

I'm why baby mamas leave