This is a song about "War crimes"

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

As mine combine bars as if i commit crimes/

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

I only got four minutes

Crimes risen in to the millions,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And now these hoes are on my line

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

This maze i'm in amazes me at times

So how can you bring these crimes

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store