This is a song about "Chillen with da crew"

And word i blew off herb i grew

Come with ya gas you’ll leave with a dead crew,

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

Best friends with da game you are still a guest,

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Then your crew whats up with the world today

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew