This is a song about "Rhyme crimes"

We can do like 8 positions

Crimes risen in to the millions,

If they go down, i go down. we partnas in crimes.

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

I been slapping da hoes and committing some crimes

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Maybe now you wont do the crimes

Rollin' down the four o five

So how can you bring these crimes