This is a song about "Fuck crips"

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

I used to have a nine to five

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Hit and miss these fake crips

I only got four minutes

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck