This is a song about "Police violience"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

By a gang called the police

Fuck the police nigga

My all gold rolly or the

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Got the police bustin' at me/

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Thought police, your mind's not green.