This is a song about "Crimes"

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

So how can you bring these crimes

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Spilling to my family like admitting to committing past war crimes

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I'm gettin' tired of moderating and fightin' the crimes,

Maybe now you wont do the crimes

Take her back to where i live

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

My future is certain, ive committed a billion crimes

But we didn't do the crimes that these motherfuckers did,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good