This is a song about "Police brutaily"

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

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

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Never get involved with the pills n police.

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

Got the police bustin' at me/

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies