This is a song about "Fcuk the police"

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Police discovery early the next day

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

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

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Any evidence for the police to find

I came up in the streets, stay duckin' police

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

Can't tell which direction the police are..

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

I hate police so im saving the street!