This is a song about "Wages"

Who know this be the life that i really live

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

Trapped in mainstream cages, workin', pays 'em in wages,

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I'll bet my wages, i'll wager that i'm filling the pages,

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

We're trapped like hamsters in cages, constantly running as they handle our wages

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,