This is a song about "Bloods crips squad homies"

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

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Where the black girls get their weaves back

845 brick squad on the track/

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

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

Never really been into the ice

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Hit and miss these fake crips

They bringing me fish and chips

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus