This is a song about "Mama im a criminal"

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

There's a criminal on the loose, calls himself god zeus

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Cause i'm a sexual criminal/

The world is so typical

There's a criminal on the loose, calls himself god zeus

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

I use yo mama as a waitress,

I'm just a criminal athlete, banned from my own sport and activities.

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

The life of a criminal, living on a chain