This is a song about "Crews"

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

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

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

Your crews full of pussys that cant stand there ground, whats gonna happen when spb rolls around,

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

Even for our fuckin' crews, because we all throwin' slugs,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks