This is a song about "Crib"

I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

We can go to the mall, then be back to the crib

To seize everything you ever wanted

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

You fly down the crib, get the arses there,and return to the cliff,

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

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye