This is a song about "Crips"

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Gang banging with bloods and crips

All green nigga pick six

Hes got on some crips kicks

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

My team getting digits

Hit and miss these fake crips

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this