This is a song about "Crips killin bloods"

Hit and miss these fake crips

And the v12, that's on various trips

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

And their bloods trying make it work.

It's a fools fatewithout your word

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

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

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Makin' a killin' with this