This is a song about "Bloods crips clips"

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Love tend to make us all sensitive

Popping clips to leave your whole body stiff

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/