This is a song about "Rhyme about crime"

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

I can rap about facts that matter and rhyme

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

Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze

Ready to rhyme and make it like a crime/

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

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

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie