This is a song about "Crimes and gangs"

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

The chore is making rhymes and many times you fuck up about crimes

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

And filmed the motherfuckin' crimes up on a tape recorder,

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

Better yet they work my every nerve

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for