This is a song about "Police racial profiling"

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Let's pretend he never was the victim of racial hate,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Judging one another just because of racial color.

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Police discovery early the next day

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

Got the police bustin' at me/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave