This is a song about "Crime fighting"

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

It's borderline crime i define

Kill the beat like victimless crime

I'm running out of time

And this will be the song that we sing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Fighting over the mythical truth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

Their mind repeating the disrupting crime,

And now these hoes are on my line

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

So here i am at the store for some chips

Frightening, so fucking frightening

You ain’t rapping you're fighting