This is a song about "Lyrical crimes"

Their next crimes will be deflected

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Well i'm fruit punch concentrate and they water

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Lost men on front lines, crossed by unjust crimes.

I used to have a nine to five