This is a song about "Crime and grime"

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Think of a crime, and it probably was my fault

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

I did bad things and it was a crime

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

When black males are stereotyped and arrested for crime,

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Since nautica was popular than popular for good