This is a song about "Hate and crime"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

Why we keep responding and the same hate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

South beach fountain blue

I hate it and i hate you,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Crime and poverty? what do y'all think? we passed that shit?

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

Think of a crime, and it probably was my fault

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook