This is a song about "Alfie crew"

I'm a son of a gun

Kill your crew for no reason

Now i gotta exit after you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

And if u thought you can rely on your crew

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Alarms dispatched saying that arms detached from the crew

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Vsu don't regret you

Only me and my crew

Yeah ya threw, dynamic funk is the crew

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Unlike spoiled brats and their manicured crew,

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Cause i'm apart it and that's my crew

Nigga there's nothin' left of you