This is a song about "Police men"

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Nastiest over-limit went men

I was wondering maybe

Got the police bustin' at me/

I'm why baby mommas leave

U prolly the one callin police

And i know - there'll never be peace

But according to the police

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

And do i need to mention when