This is a song about "Crimes"

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

We sit back and relax and watch 'em make violent crimes,

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

My future is certain, ive committed a billion crimes

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

If they go down, i go down. we partnas in crimes.

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

All the time with this glock of mines

Dropping dimes and committing crimes