This is a song about "Crips"

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Never really been into the ice

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

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

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

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

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

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Hes got on some crips kicks

Gang banging with bloods and crips

While scheming on hits

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

Hit and miss these fake crips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince