This is a song about "Whie police"

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Got the police bustin' at me/

Cause even though im ducking in the streets from the police

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

U prolly the one callin police

It's the police placin bugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

This song about you, then you probably need to leave