This is a song about "Racist police"

Got the police bustin' at me/

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

You racist degrading hipsters can't fight dangerous cases,

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

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

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

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

I'm ahead of the racist

Inferior, but i'm nice

Fuck not even the police

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Thought police, your mind's not green.