This is a song about "Blood vs crips"

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

But i let off everything i have

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Gang banging with bloods and crips

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Theres blood all over the ground

No longer with us; he's deceased

It was the streak vs the beast