This is a song about "Crips killin blood"

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

Makin' a killin' with this

Pocket racked up all big faces

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

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

Hit and miss these fake crips

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Full up to fuck with blood,

I thought it'd get better but

Gang banging with bloods and crips

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Killin innocent lives like abortions

Im always killin in the mic,

Keep the bitches on my dick