This is a song about "Word crimes"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

When my crimes causes such a reaction

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

Spilling to my family like admitting to committing past war crimes

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Crimes risen in to the millions,

I was playing with guns

Their next crimes will be deflected

After that moscato hit

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Creyente, believer in gods word