This is a song about "Bloodz vs crips"

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

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Gang banging with bloods and crips

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

It's like marvel vs d.c

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Hit and miss these fake crips

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Hes got on some crips kicks

This is light vs darkness, never seen a picture as frightening as this before

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for