This is a song about "Officer"

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

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

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

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Ok i see officer please let me explain

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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