This is a song about "Maranda rights police robbin"

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

By a gang called the police

I'm why baby mommas leave

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Civil rights are like wolverine's claws, eventually they get retracted

Police discovery early the next day

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

U prolly the one callin police

Ima let her be by herself in peace

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Of course i'm robbin' too, i ain't got the loot to cop some shoes,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Remember stand up for ur rights