This is a song about "Crib"

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Have a crib, feel the breeze

I'm sharper than shark teeth