This is a song about "Bangin crip"

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

Bangin' on the system like that good shit in yo playlist,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

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

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas