This is a song about "Police brutality racism"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Thrown from a plane but it wasn't in brutality

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

But then he comes back, fucking brutality

Fuck not even the police

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Stop your stupid racism for crying out loud!

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

But according to the police

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

Talking about brutality it's surrounding me like a fucking swarm of bees