This is a song about "Bloods crips clips"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Way obnoxious, holding that like cockpits with plated glock clips,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

With gats, extra mags and clips

I'm neo in the matrix

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

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

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

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

I'm everything that they call nice