This is a song about "Crime prime"

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

You arent near my level your cockier than prime

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Doing nothing now that’s a crime

Prime your rotting corpse with lime

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

It's like watching pac in his prime/

And now these hoes are on my line

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

I'm here anytime, so gawk at my sublime line's from my prime/

Glistening, you're my prime, decline?

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

If they find that stash box just one time

Welcome to organized crime