This is a song about "Crips rule bloods suck"

Y'all truancy, i'm high school

And remember my rule

Call the network dipset family ties

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

You tryna be a bully like ja rule

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Prospects to rule the projects, process is complex

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Hit and miss these fake crips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

She only want to suck

Car with no limit what

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

That's the sound of my tool

I'm through dissin ja rule