This is a song about "Bloods and cripts"

And remember what i said and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

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

And their bloods trying make it work.

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

You know i stick to the script

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

Grab the scissors and saws and

So dunn stay silent

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed