This is a song about "Guilty"

Was put in a treatment facility feeling guilty like i was stealing lines from you guys,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

So there's nothing i can say but the fact you are guilty

Feeling guilty ...gimme a reason not to form a treason people are driven

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Guilty, but i'm an artist in his prime/

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

'i am not guilty, i am innocent'- i heard that it made me sick 'n' insanely pissed

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

The middle class feels guilty for their poor, now it's hurting,

Ill stab it so many times but still never feel guilty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see