This is a song about "Hate and crime"

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

Think of a crime, and it probably was my fault

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Ready to rhyme and make it like a crime/

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Madiba, from hate and prejudice..

So here i am at the store for some chips

I did bad things and it was a crime

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Gotta push away all the cries and hate

And committed a crime.

She prefer the dutty wine