This is a song about "Cribs and bloods"

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

And burn you so bad bloods ask "you ok cripple"

And get caught, in the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And the word most important

And remember what i said and

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks