This is a song about "Crips with guns"

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

I need a backyard full court size

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I'm neo in the matrix

Hes got on some crips kicks

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

Gang banging with bloods and crips

These chalance give me balance