This is a song about "Crime and punishment"

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

I did bad things and it was a crime

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

And macgruff the crime dog couldn't piece you together,

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

Pacifists yak and chunder, they thunder this is a crime

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

But the same deposition take it every time

Doubt my words and you'll see how a rhyme will turn into a crime.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,