This is a song about "Police brutality"

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

But then he comes back, fucking brutality

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

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

Don't be afraid, its always gonna be a brutality

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Recurrently nightmares bring more brutality

Thrown from a plane but it wasn't in brutality

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee