This is a song about "Black people getting shot by police"

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Niggas getting shot just for bounty, not the toilet roll.

Guess they ran out of options

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

The richest place on earth

And getting songs signed by minors

Because they're shaken 'round, taken down by racist police,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

No more getting chased by space cadets.

And everybody's having sex

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I'm about to call the police, this is getting extreme

I'm fucking getting people to notice,

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus