This is a song about "State police"

Got the police bustin' at me/

High heel wearer, hell of a body

We both had dreams of being great

I'm right in the mind state

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

We tigers with the same mind state

I'm in a zen mind state

Of course they all hate

Cause there could never be peace

By a gang called the police

U prolly the one callin police

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

My mental state is declining

I was born to do the damn thing

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape