This is a song about "Crips"

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

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

Gang banging with bloods and crips

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

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

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

Call the network dipset family ties

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Hit and miss these fake crips

And the v12, that's on various trips

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Hes got on some crips kicks

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids