This is a song about "Cripz n bloodz"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

You mental state deteriorates n,

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

Murdered every bod from my squad

Shit, we don't believe none of them

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

So y'all can cope n' touch

Im still here but i can't skate

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

To strengthen your defending 'n

Riding around without a fuck given

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.