This is a song about "I hate police"

I hate it and i hate you,

Straight bad bitches i run, through

And then along came the wrong man for her

And i hate the chilly weather

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

Can barely walk the city streets

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I know it can't get no worse than police or beneath.

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Grating their face now with ease, bitch gangster's a disgrace i police,

Or closed casket for our troubles

I hate your fucking guts.