This is a song about "Police and hitting liks"

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

Otherwise there'd be two hits me hitting you and the floor

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

Police at the door sing like denzel and king kong.

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

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