This is a song about "Fck the police"

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Any evidence for the police to find

Got the police bustin' at me/

But we should be body to body

I’m a hustla, baby

Got the police bustin' at me/

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Can't tell which direction the police are..

Cause even though im ducking in the streets from the police

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace