This is a song about "Bloods and crips"

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

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

She can only live for the moment

Social conditioning and

This young bloods got it in him/ the rhythm came through to this generation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

I rep yung bloods/ yeah dey get it right/ bez close yah eyes/ cuz my fame is bright/

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Gang banging with bloods and crips