This is a song about "Military police"

Got the police bustin' at me/

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

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

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

U prolly the one callin police

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave