This is a song about "Criminal justice"

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

I get mad when people killed and no justice given

The original subliminal criminal

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Trying to be illimatic, shoutout to lucifer, do justice to that classic/

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Hungry for justice i'm past this injustice

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Big l, tupac, & b.i.g did this beat justice but not alone

I am not a criminal, bad and misunderstood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

As i light one for ill will

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

I aint going to try to play criminal

I got rich from a little struggle