This is a song about "White collar crimes"

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

This is how she want to live

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

I been slapping da hoes and committing some crimes

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Spilling to my family like admitting to committing past war crimes

Lost men on front lines, crossed by unjust crimes.

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Got a button down shirt, pop a collar

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Blue collar they'd call it, ain't ghetto, fuck what haters say,

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way