This is a song about "Criminal record"

Now they telling me im not allowed to rhyme on the record

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

But my record remains impeccable

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

And you only write, don’t record,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

This is just me braggin for the record

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

The minds of record labels

She can make a pimp fall in love

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

To give him a big record deal,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,