This is a song about "Fuck the police i rock louie v fuck michael kors"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Running around the streets screaming fuck 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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I got problems, so fuck it, i’ve just hit rock bottom

I stick in yo mom's gut, next nigga likes what the fuck!

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

I'm tryna learn somethin new

What the fuck do i do

I stay the fuck away from the knife,

Right flows down and they might go nice

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I decided to fuck the chorus