This is a song about "Bloods cribs mexian mafia"

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

And my songs when they reach they official

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

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Gang banging with bloods and crips

3m's on my new balance