This is a song about "Crimes"

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Maybe now you wont do the crimes

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

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

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

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

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