This is a song about "Milwaukee crimes"

Maybe now you wont do the crimes

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Crimes risen in to the millions,

The jiggas and the tips

Fuck talking, i'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher

And filmed the motherfuckin' crimes up on a tape recorder,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

Sorry if i hurt you with these crimes i commit

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Spilling to my family like admitting to committing past war crimes