This is a song about "Criminal love"

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

My criminal profiles risen after they find you bitten

My lyrics are so criminal, they'd never prove my #innocence,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I'm the #double #syllable #troubled #criminal

Criminal mind, subliminal syllables riddle your mind

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Try to avoid any criminal activity on deck,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Check my criminal record,

I grimace a bit, it's like i'm serving criminal sentences,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks