This is a song about "Organized crime"

Welcome to organized crime

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I rhyme so criminal, like i'm committing a crime

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Now im organized/ i feel changes in the strangest places

Kill the beat like victimless crime

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

Thinking my life is a crime

Doctor said i was fine

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Since when was having dreams a crime?/

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

It's so bad most everything is a crime.