This is a song about "Wages"

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

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

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

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

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