This is a song about "Crib"

Comin to ya crib and whipe u out with my steel/

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

My momma needed a new crib

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Better than your bitch would

Call the crib, same number same hood

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib