This is a song about "A crip"

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Back to lex luger, you are not a crip tonight,

You ain't a crip like snoop you ain't a blood like game

But now invisible cells around your brain

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

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

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Given a velocity and a direction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Do you a need a donation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

What a bummer, what a drag

Doo-rags to match, and i do sag

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood