This is a song about "Me committing a crime when all i want to do is be with the finest dime"

All i want to do is bring you reality, with each and every line...

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

When destruction is the rule, well all cease to be,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

All i want to do is bring you reality, with each and every line...

Whens it time for all the crime to be rested,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

When all i want is talk of

And panned out, i'm all in love

When i hear you spit all i want to do is vomit/

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

This is real rap, flow, lyrics to the finest

If you feel it, it must be real just

When the niggas do crime, we the rest to blame,

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame