This is a song about "Crips"

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

When you spill out hits

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Hit and miss these fake crips

Lil prps like 3 digits

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Hes got on some crips kicks

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