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

Of the book of your life

I just shake dice

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

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Robbing national treasury

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Before we see it's hard to live

Out of this coviction of feelings