This is a song about "Crimes and punishment"

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

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

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

So how can you bring these crimes

Got a flock full of dimes

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

They say we living in troubled times

Maybe now you wont do the crimes

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Commit crimes when vexed they're meaningful less,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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