This is a song about "Bloods vs crips"

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

I fire off like terrorist turrets,with opponents i vs.,

And their bloods trying make it work.

That bitch was racist, got me fired

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love