This is a song about "Dylan police"

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

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Got the police bustin' at me/

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

Steal your love with ease

By a gang called the police

But according to the police

I'm sharper than shark teeth