This is a song about "Criminal statistics"

As i light one for ill will

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

I aint going to try to play criminal

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Look up the statistics, and then reflect your mood

For a single criminal individual to handle.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

According to statistics i'll fuck you up worse than jeffery dahmer with a sharp thermometer

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

Stimulate your brain like a bullet from a criminal,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will