This is a song about "Lyrical crimes"

This is how she want to live

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Destined to win, get respect where i live

As mine combine bars as if i commit crimes/

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Crimes risen in to the millions,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Commit crimes when vexed they're meaningful less,

Lost men on front lines, crossed by unjust crimes.

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different