This is a song about "Police abuse"

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

And start hurting other people with verbal abuse

Not likely like stay long please

By a gang called the police

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Never get involved with the pills n police.

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones