This is a song about "Crippin it"

Now easy does it, you can't do it like deezy duz it,

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

It makes me sad to see it

You can feel it via spirit

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Practice makes perfect, rappad makes it worth it,

I gotta tell you right now

Check it in, do it anyhow

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Young money motherfucker we the shit

It was up to me to choose it