This is a song about "Crime against me"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Now haters propping disses against me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

You can form coalitions against me...

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Ya aint hear me for' must be a crime

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Fucking everybody raping against me

Me against the rest of the worlds it's

And the v12, that's on various trips

Its insane, to think you have a fighting chance against me/

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You are gonna look like a loser, when you go against me,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

It's me against time, to try to work against this man's dream