This is a song about "Police niggas rapping"

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

But he don't rule a thing

Don't speak when i'm rapping

Thought police, your mind's not green.

I see a young teen

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Got the police bustin' at me/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

Got the police bustin' at me/

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby