This is a song about "Bloods vs crips"

It was the streak vs the beast

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

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

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Never miss these things, see my game precise