This is a song about "Crime scene tape"

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Miami nights, it was all a dream

He aint clean on a scene

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Spitting caution tape, paying homage, say,

Gotta say it was a good day

Oh well crime scene forensics will clean it

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Listening to my tape,

Of course they all hate

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Show ‘em how much they really mean

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,