This is a song about "Shotting police"

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Police discovery early the next day

Cause even though im ducking in the streets from the police

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

But according to the police

So if you wanna leave

U prolly the one callin police

I'm why baby mamas leave

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies