This is a song about "F the police"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Who knows what the

Fuck the police nigga

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Then some lady named billie holiday

Police discovery early the next day

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Can't tell which direction the police are..

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

U prolly the one callin police