This is a song about "Sound of the police"

So if you wanna leave

By a gang called the police

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

I'm gonna lose my mind just from the sound of your name.

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

It'll sound like the acronym for prisoner of war (pow)

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

The sound of the fire burning, is the only sound i'll ever be hearing,

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything