This is a song about "White collar crimes"

Who know this be the life that i really live

I been slapping da hoes and committing some crimes

As mine combine bars as if i commit crimes/

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

When my crimes causes such a reaction

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine