This is a song about "Japanese war crimes"

And there's little to be glad for

Will i ever win the war

Maybe now you wont do the crimes

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Money is worst than a war

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

We sit back and relax and watch 'em make violent crimes,

My future is certain, ive committed a billion crimes

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

To get money you commit crimes

I wish i could have 25 wives

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

I'm fucking with that cheech & chong, it's like i'm speaking japanese

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes