This is a song about "Cribs and bloods"

Grab the scissors and saws and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

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

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

This young bloods got it in him/ the rhythm came through to this generation

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

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

And their bloods trying make it work.

I ain't trynna be forward

She got me caught up in the moment

What i do, through and through and

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling