This is a song about "Police time"

This is like riding through the city

Got the police bustin' at me/

My all gold rolly or the

Fuck the police nigga

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

Police discovery early the next day

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Right flows down and they might go nice

But according to the police