This is a song about "Crimes"

With a little bit of passion

When my crimes causes such a reaction

Take her back to where i live

So how can you bring these crimes

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

I been slapping da hoes and committing some crimes

My future is certain, ive committed a billion crimes

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Their next crimes will be deflected

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

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

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