This is a song about "Police"

U prolly the one callin police

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Cause even though im ducking in the streets from the police

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Got the police bustin' at me/

It's the police placin bugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

Not likely like stay long please

But according to the police

By a gang called the police

Cause there could never be peace

Got the police bustin' at me/

And losin all his money