This is a song about "At my crib"

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

Have a crib, feel the breeze

Not likely like stay long please

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Got that new crib in candy lane

I dont know where my pencils at!?

I just wanna be higher than that

Comin to ya crib and whipe u out with my steel/

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

But there's nothing else inside

Lookin at my boys like