This is a song about "Crips are stupid"

Just hate when you people stuck on stupid

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

Hes got on some crips kicks

My team getting digits

Them lines are just some stupid lies

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

She used to say drugs are stupid, now shes doin acid with pupils diluted, oh shit,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

These rap skills are cunning i'm gunning at all these stupid fucks

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

And the v12, that's on various trips

Hit and miss these fake crips

And drastic movement of people acting stupid

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that