This is a song about "Crip hustle"

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

You guys are still here

To knock the hustle for real

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

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

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute