This is a song about "Crime scene"

I got a dollar and a dream

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

But were gone frome the scene

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

Guess that means you can never be mine

Welcome to organized crime

Thinking my life is a crime

Until the end of time

Mother-fucking guarantee ill make a murder scene

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Their mind repeating the disrupting crime,