This is a song about "Police brutality"

Like rodney king, latasha, and the victims of brutality,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Thrown from a plane but it wasn't in brutality

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

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

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

To stop all of this brutality.

Police discovery early the next day

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Just like this beat, prepare to taste plain brutality

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

But according to the police

Can barely walk the city streets

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

But then he comes back, fucking brutality