This is a song about "Crip"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust