This is a song about "Racist police brutality"

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Recurrently nightmares bring more brutality

Talking about brutality it's surrounding me like a fucking swarm of bees

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Just like this beat, prepare to taste plain brutality

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Start of with ya fingers huh, sounds good to me so sit back an watch the brutality,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see