This is a song about "52 hoover crip"

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

That hoover figg get the money shit

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

I hate when they bleed cause i'm a crip,

Bitch you should see my wallet

Wearing all the finest flair

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Thats why i'm a crip, rid the world of unjust

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Ju 52 cent sun i boni

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I pipe in and one night her

Pig pen motherfucker