This is a song about "Dylan police"

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Got her going down, no teeth

But according to the police

Fuck the police nigga

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

By a gang called the police

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

It's the police placin bugs

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Police setting up roadblocks with cones