This is a song about "War crimes"

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

Bring the battering ram where you live

Lost men on front lines, crossed by unjust crimes.

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Before we see it's hard to live

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

And i don't run counters no more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important