This is a song about "Bloods and crips"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Hit and miss these fake crips

Cdg shit match my kicks

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Grab the scissors and saws and

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes