This is a song about "Crip blood"

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

Well baby bot there ain't no question

They can’t even come around

Theres blood all over the ground

Well, um, there's a but

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

Got tired of running from the police

With blood of a lesser tease