This is a song about "Crib living hood gangs drugs bitches slags my fams"

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

My momma needed a new crib

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

My dick, stupid bitches

But you hate them navel kisses

Call the crib, same number same hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs