This is a song about "Word crimes"

I've become immune to you no name haters

Making shrines of my crimes and capers

The jiggas and the tips

Crimes risen in to the millions,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

As mine combine bars as if i commit crimes/

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Dropping dimes and committing crimes

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

I been slapping da hoes and committing some crimes

Maybe now you wont do the crimes

Been spending most our lives

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Creyente, believer in gods word

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine