This is a song about "How can something be right or wrong"

There isn't right or wrong in my future crime scene.

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

I know whats right and wrong, sometimes can be raspy or rough

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

They can make you that with you there's something wrong/

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

It's insane how we can take some cash and make it something,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Talkin' about how life can be,

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Whether you wrong or you right

Neither black nor white

I knew there was something wrong.

December 4th a star was born