This is a song about "Crib"

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

Hold on..i'll catch y'all up in the next life

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

My momma needed a new crib

Hit your block with a glock, blog that