This is a song about "At my crib"

Thats where my profit is at

See i let my nigga split that

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

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Have a crib, feel the breeze

Lights please, lights please

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit