This is a song about "Crip diss"

I hate when she bleed too cause i'm a crip,

The dead society of a poet

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

The lovely teedra moses

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

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

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

You ain't makin shit, ain't the one you wanna diss

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference