This is a song about "Bloods crips clips"

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

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot