This is a song about "A life of crime"

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

And even though shit's trife at times, never resort to life of crime,

I'm just here to have a good time

Doing nothing now that’s a crime

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Think of a crime, and it probably was my fault

Time they bribe you with a text of nine lines of crime

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

The essence of my mind, the essence of a crime

Shes always crazy az fuck such a goddamn rebel, fuck her shes trouble,

Of this time, savin' this era from rap crime, blazin' like a fire unbeatable,

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

They tell me i live wrong in this life full of crime