This is a song about "Crazy crew"

Im throwin' divebombs with my rapper crew

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

Thats the lifestyle me and my crew

And i've been thinking bout you

Bait baby, wait baby

Bitch you must be crazy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Going dumb im going crazy,

To stay true to the crew

I'm coming home with you

Kill your crew for no reason

Grown men never should bite their tongue

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I'm nuts man i'm crazy