This is a song about "Cribs and bloods"

Gang banging with bloods and crips

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Put the purp in the blunt

And remember what i said and

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

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

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs