This is a song about "Cripz n bloodz"

See with a district columbia vision

Pretending to be awake 'n

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

From ur head n' ur mind,

By god, slow grind

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Tried perfecting my letters n

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

And even more alarming is the fact

She smiled n' laughed but inside she sighed n' grasped,