This is a song about "Chillen with da crew"

You reflect me, i love that about you

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

Can't nothing come between me and you

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Im throwin' divebombs with my rapper crew

After i'm finished with you, your crew next...*crickets*... nobody?

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Once you mess with clever's crew, i guarantee the death of you

You can't open up, my crew, y'all can't cope with us,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Then your crew whats up with the world today

Then some lady named billie holiday

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Chillen with brothers, blacks and crakers, im not racist i just call em how i see em,