This is a song about "Crips bloods"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Hes got on some crips kicks

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I'm everything that they call nice

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

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

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics