This is a song about "Stephanie wilson"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

We’re seen like we’re dangerous and have some criminal intent,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Of this maniac whos intent is to erase you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

My half self was part red just like the dress of clark kent

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely