This is a song about "Master of homicide crimes but never once fined"

The art of war

Once a whore never more,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

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

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Take my pen once again, never get discouraged

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind