This is a song about "The police"

Fuck not even the police

4-3... yea, remember that please

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

Any evidence for the police to find

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

It's the police placin bugs

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

Cause even though im ducking in the streets from the police

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

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave