This is a song about "Crips death pain im from the bricks no foni on clat"

No sock or im slippin from the constant image of

My criteria ain't even that serious

Than the rollercoaster from spongebob the fire fist o' pain

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

I'll be brief, they deceived us, told us lies when they should have believed us

With myself,take the lube down from the shelf,put on pornhub and jack to my death,

I went from honor roll to on a roll down hill, the crashing gave me some back pain

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Im not, from the streets, or the concrete, i grew up white on the rez, no allies no fleet, no peeps

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on