This is a song about "Fuck da police"

Niggas die over shoes

You messin wit da truth,

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

If you believe then you can achieve

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Wake da fuck up,solder!tonight we'll have dinner in hell!

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Fuck the police nigga

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

You say fuck da world and say you gonna change da structure

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

I'm why baby mamas leave

By a gang called the police