This is a song about "Police brutalitity"

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

My all gold rolly or the

Fuck the police nigga

Police got me zooming

Money ain't a thing

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

I'm everything that they call nice

By a gang called the police

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

U prolly the one callin police

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Got the police bustin' at me/