This is a song about "Cooler crew"

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I inhale jenkem everyday there is no one cooler.

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Alarms dispatched saying that arms detached from the crew

Im throwin' divebombs with my rapper crew

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

Straight bad bitches i run, through

When i'm through, with your crew/

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Yeah ya threw, dynamic funk is the crew

And that’s the truth if ya want some proof ask ya crew

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

And i find that sad that your part of a crew

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you