This is a song about "The police who kill black people"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Three in the air for the people who struggle

To the best g who is still single... so kill!!!

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Kill the diddlers who whittle and spit pretend

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Police discovery early the next day

U prolly the one callin police

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

One in the air for the people who fight

Than giving to the people who needs some.

Who's next to release? we guillotine them