This is a song about "Bloods and crips"

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

And their bloods trying make it work.

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Hit and miss these fake crips

They bringing me fish and chips

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed