This is a song about "Police fuckers"

Never get involved with the pills n police.

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

To liberate yourself, africa

Narrow minded fuckers and a

Got the police bustin' at me/

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

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,

Fuckers don’t even know the last of it

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

If you believe then you can achieve

Fuck not even the police