This is a song about "Crips killin bloods"

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

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

You know that love is a very serious thing

But make sure if they do see

Didn't know you were killin me

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

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

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Makin' a killin' with this

Hit and miss these fake crips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Right flows down and they might go nice

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Yeah i'm killin this beat

I pray the lord my guns to keep