This is a song about "Crip"

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

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

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

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

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

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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