This is a song about "Hatred to police"

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

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

Last bit of haze to blaze,everyday was like another police chase,running through the block

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Once you successful they relentlessly givin you hatred

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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

Right flows down and they might go nice

But according to the police

That'll do anything that i please

Fuck not even the police

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred