This is a song about "Crime scene"

Wash. heights roamer on the scene

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Show ‘em how much they really mean

As i glare on the scene

But i ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

There isn't right or wrong in my future crime scene.

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

It's just felt like our scene

I got a dollar and a dream

But that was only one time

Welcome to organized crime

Oh well crime scene forensics will clean it

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that