This is a song about "Word crimes"

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

As mine combine bars as if i commit crimes/

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Commit crimes when vexed they're meaningful less,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I ain't trynna be forward

Respect is the wrong word

The concept is so absurd

Every word for word

Crimes risen in to the millions,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips