This is a song about "Black police"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Got the police bustin' at me/

Got the police bustin' at me/

Third ward general, young cash money

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

Fuck the police nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Police discovery early the next day

Then some lady named billie holiday

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police