This is a song about "Bloods crips clips"

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

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

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

By the water, au revoir to my audience

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

With gats, extra mags and clips

You can hear it in my lyrics

And gave the coldest smirk

And their bloods trying make it work.