This is a song about "Rhyme about crime"

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

Welcome to organized crime

Mind get to bustin rhyme im all about dollar sighns money respect but i still walk cocky

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Thinking my life is a crime

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Every time you rhyme shit so bad its considered a fucking crime,

Ugh what the fuck am i talking about im high righ now, and i still rhyme fly,

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

Welcome to organized crime

Huh, got to get better with time

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

Doubt my words and you'll see how a rhyme will turn into a crime.