This is a song about "Hatred to police"

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Any evidence for the police to find

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I'm about to call the police, this is getting extreme

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Show respect to your elders and police, take off your caps

But back to me because i need to call police, cypher overseen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Fuck not even the police

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I told him, "don't submit to bigotry, the hatred it sparks",