This is a song about "Crews"

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Would you be running with crews or have somethin' to prove,

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

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,

For now everything just seem so right

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

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