This is a song about "War crimes"

I never fit in with them light skins

Crimes risen in to the millions,

Money is worst than a war

And slid back north of course to pen more

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Spilling to my family like admitting to committing past war crimes

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

I'm gettin' tired of moderating and fightin' the crimes,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

We sit back and relax and watch 'em make violent crimes,

Will i ever win the war

Ima go until my arm's sore