This is a song about "Bloods"

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

I rep yung bloods/ yeah dey get it right/ bez close yah eyes/ cuz my fame is bright/

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

And their bloods trying make it work.

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

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

And like a bloods point of view, i'l have you seeing all red!

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

Gang banging with bloods and crips