This is a song about "Crips and bloods"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Got to the end of the tunnel

And inhospitable,

She got me caught up in the moment

Social conditioning and