This is a song about "Bloods crips"

Hes got on some crips kicks

And now your best friend's having kids

Hit and miss these fake crips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

That means i wanna be the highest

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

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

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