This is a song about "Guilty conscience"

Penncounting pennys over tha years

In my mind cant interpret my conscience,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

My conscience once agile

That’s only if they handle

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I fuckin killed y'all? i plead guilty

I promise thus from me and my conscience

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

My eyes go dark as i tap into my conscience

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks