This is a song about "Police hatred"

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Arguing into the night, hatred at the sight,

As much as i wanna leave

But according to the police

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

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

It ain't hard to make money

Got the police bustin' at me/

Just to attain the freedom status to everyone with hatred

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police