This is a song about "Crews"

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

And runnin' with specific crews, turnin' blue? shit's a clue

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

He ran with the hottest crews, thought he was a top recruit,

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

You think your crews hard? you ain't ready for this shit

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

Different crews but we all on the same ship,insane with the lyricism