This is a song about "Bloods and crips"

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

And their bloods trying make it work.

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

What we gotta do to survive

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle