This is a song about "The fuzz"

You make a nigga's night turn day

Heres jk, the man, the prey

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Saw the bombs on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

And men'll chase love

Where the fuck the chorus

Still the man with the pan

Just take control if you can

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream