This is a song about "Blood and crimes"

I'm gettin' tired of moderating and fightin' the crimes,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

We sit back and relax and watch 'em make violent crimes,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

And filmed the motherfuckin' crimes up on a tape recorder,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

"money and blood don't mix

Rollin' down the four o five

To get money you commit crimes

And now his crimes are flashing and seen all across the news,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and