This is a song about "Correctional officer"

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

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Ok i see officer please let me explain

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

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

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