This is a song about "Running from the police"

Last bit of haze to blaze,everyday was like another police chase,running through the block

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

But according to the police

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

By a gang called the police

4-3... yea, remember that please

Fuck not even the police

I say "stay", she wanna leave

While the fbi or punk police be running in

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin