This is a song about "Incriminate"

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Oh, and inform me when you're actually focused

Y'all niggas would never know it, even though i'm a clever poet,

Hiding under my bed and waiting till the danger passed away

I'm like agent k, it's safe to say i'll waste you in a major way