This is a song about "Bloodz vs crips"

Her name rearranged displays her fate: exile by e, there's the dang match

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Justin vs. a noob, wow what a weird mixture

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

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Because i see right through your disguise

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Hit and miss these fake crips

Cdg shit match my kicks

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks