This is a song about "Crime"

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Dont tempt me to commit a crime

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I am peremptory divine do treachery n crime

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

To say whats on my mind or commit a silly crime!

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

I'm callin the cops, i'm reporting a crime

The essence of my mind, the essence of a crime

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

This is how i committed this crime

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme