This is a song about "Prosecution"

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted

I'm fucking stealing the game takin the fame i'm a criminal,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Non cooperative with any law enforcement operative

Criminal mind, subliminal syllables riddle your mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

And i’m talkin, passenger action

What up girl, tell me how you been

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I grimace a bit, it's like i'm serving criminal sentences,

And we won't front on y'all., no criminal intent

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

And i'm action packed and soon be stackin' plaques, a backpacker,

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper