This is a song about "Blood and crips"

Blood stainin black and white tops

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Let's face it, i can’t replace

And blood splattered all over my face.

Hit and miss these fake crips

While scheming on hits

Hes got on some crips kicks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

From the face of this earth and soak in your blood

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

And wrote my flows with your blood smears

Had i not been exposed to these things

And blood splattered all over my face.

See money talk and these days

3m's on my new balance

Gang banging with bloods and crips