This is a song about "Crimes and punishment"

Picture me lettin this chump survive

To get money you commit crimes

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

As other bullies chimed in and gave me more punishment.

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

The reason being your jealous this is your punishment,

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for