This is a song about "Police brutalitty"

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Police discovery early the next day

No key for release

By a gang called the police

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

Can barely walk the city streets

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police