This is a song about "Crews"

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

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

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

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

The ganja is a medicine, we spray no crews,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth