This is a song about "Bloods cribs mexian mafia"

And their bloods trying make it work.

Rappers please step forward

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

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

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats