This is a song about "Police sting"

Thought police, your mind's not green.

You ain't never seen

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,

You just a dead bee without a sting,

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Got the police bustin' at me/

Fuck fame, fuck money

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

Peddling pests to see the melody's which i've yet to bring, i'm trying to get a sting,

Undone bonding and rotting while this sting is not resolving

Better pick a better option before these nikes get to stomping

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Got the police bustin' at me/

Good kids make bad grown ups

It's the police placin bugs