This is a song about "Department"

It seems like the police department loves but forgot how to use it,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I aint comparing them cos dis aint my department!

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Or maybe theyre called martians, wack killing's my department

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted