This is a song about "Fuck the police"

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Got the police bustin' at me/

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

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

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

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

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

You make a nigga sing songs nice

But according to the police

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Got the police bustin' at me/

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see