This is a song about "Criminal statistics"

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

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

Criminal mind, subliminal syllables riddle your mind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Got to the end of the tunnel

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

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

We original officially the most original

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

Check my criminal record,

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

Shout out them strippers who hustle