This is a song about "Correctional officer"

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

When i try and act sly, i get put in correctional facilities,

Killing every officer as if its fate/ they took my dad away/ now this world

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Ok i see officer please let me explain

Cuz i got in the bag / tell the officer that i'm not to blame

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name