This is a song about "Crippin it"

See i let my nigga split that

She says it, you do it

Yes we bout it bout it/

Rack, rack city shit

No car key and i mean that

Yes we bout it bout it/

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

I'm living it and i own it,

And i mean it (and i mean it)

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit