This is a song about "Criminal record"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I aint going to try to play criminal

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

I'm fucking stealing the game takin the fame i'm a criminal,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Up on phrases i wrote

I'll record with the hope,

The world is so typical

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

The minds of record labels

Rub the wood and ima show em love