This is a song about "Fick the police"

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

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

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Got the police bustin' at me/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

By a gang called the police

Lights please, lights please

It's the police placin bugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

As long as we're cooperating with god

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

Any evidence for the police to find

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind