This is a song about "Crips and bloods"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

This young bloods got it in him/ the rhythm came through to this generation

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

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

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift