This is a song about "White collar crimes"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

This one goes out to all my mack partners

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

Reachin' for my collar, so anxious from this evil mess

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

If they go down, i go down. we partnas in crimes.

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

I been slapping da hoes and committing some crimes

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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