This is a song about "Crime and bad child hoods"

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

Told me whats good and bad

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I did bad things and it was a crime

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Bad child think im sweet until im pissing all on them

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

And your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,