This is a song about "Compton crips"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Hit and miss these fake crips

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Compton it's quite common for someone to be in your face with a shotgun but

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

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

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits