This is a song about "Crip life"

Rollin' down the four o five

Coz this bastards destroyed my life

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Becoming someone you don't recognize

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

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

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

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

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

Back to lex luger, you are not a crip tonight,

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again