This is a song about "Crip s"

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

The outline which you n****s out dated

And my momma keep smoking that shit

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun