This is a song about "Crime and punishment"

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

What about the the gun and knife, crime

And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

I did bad things and it was a crime

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Think of a crime, and it probably was my fault

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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