This is a song about "Officer"

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Killing every officer as if its fate/ they took my dad away/ now this world

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Cuz i got in the bag / tell the officer that i'm not to blame

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

Ok i see officer please let me explain

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train