This is a song about "Crips bloods"

And like a bloods point of view, i'l have you seeing all red!

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And burn you so bad bloods ask "you ok cripple"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht 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

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

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I promise to keep it honest

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."