This is a song about "Double charges"

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Double digits shots when going crazy killin' cops

Movin from single to double

No one notice your struggle

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

Was that a double entendre?

Coroners comfort your mama

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

Of finding myself as an individual

I'm just trying to make my dollars double//

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

With all these charges your gonna face i dont give shit in this race