This is a song about "Police car"

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

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Fuck not even the police

No key for release

Fuck the police nigga

The science and the art, africa

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

She prayed on me passing that bar

Where there is no rules car

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Believe my mom still needs a new car