This is a song about "National association of chiefs of police"

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

For failure and i don't accept that association

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Out of this coviction of feelings

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Right flows down and they might go nice

U prolly the one callin police