This is a song about "Whie police"

Got the police bustin' at me/

Bitch, i might make you my baby

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I came up in the streets, stay duckin' police

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

They're so dope, i hear police sirens

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Got the police bustin' at me/

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Thought police, your mind's not green.

Fuck the police nigga

Yeah, one time for the