This is a song about "Bloods and crips"

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And remember what i said and

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

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

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

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

Went out and had a church of kids

Hes got on some crips kicks

And their bloods trying make it work.

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

And burn you so bad bloods ask "you ok cripple"