This is a song about "Cripz n bloodz"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Cause i came to rain n' evaporate like smoke n' spark trees.

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Where you welcome to problems

So y'all can cope n' touch

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call