This is a song about "Crimes and punishment"

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

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

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

And now his crimes are flashing and seen all across the news,

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

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

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

So how can you bring these crimes

Then put it into sex drive

I been slapping da hoes and committing some crimes

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

My mind is full of nothing but words, but nothing refers as the punishment

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different