This is a song about "War crimes"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

She crazy, that stalker shit

Their next crimes will be deflected

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

As mine combine bars as if i commit crimes/

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Maybe now you wont do the crimes

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

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

Money is worst than a war

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