This is a song about "Crip diss"

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

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

I hate when they bleed cause i'm a crip,

You ain't a crip like snoop you ain't a blood like game

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Thats why i'm a crip, rid the world of unjust

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Spit a poem or a diss

The tables are turned i can't take this

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business