This is a song about "Police men"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Got the police bustin' at me/

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

Can barely walk the city streets

Suck my lolly pop then

They'll never become better men

Fuck not even the police

Not likely like stay long please

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Thought police, your mind's not green.

I see a young teen