This is a song about "The police"

And i know - there'll never be peace

I came up in the streets, stay duckin' police

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

But according to the police

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

Any evidence for the police to find

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Can't tell which direction the police are..

Got the police bustin' at me/

Where you belong with your family