This is a song about "Racism police"

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

Got the police bustin' at me/

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Never get involved with the pills n police.

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,

By a gang called the police

No key for release

You gotta breathe and be at ease

U prolly the one callin police