This is a song about "Gun and crime"

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Think of a crime, and it probably was my fault

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good