This is a song about "Lyrical crimes"

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

Their next crimes will be deflected

The master of this rap shit

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

I'm gettin' tired of moderating and fightin' the crimes,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

I don't care what it did to them

A lyrical gargantuan

So how can you bring these crimes

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines