This is a song about "Crips killin blood"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Cause there'll never be peace

Killin you in all degrees

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

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

And he's killin' emcees 'till blood spills like ron goldman,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Dexxter killin killin tracks

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

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

On trial for possession of some chronic

Im always killin in the mic,

What, what ... project shit what

Full up to fuck with blood,