This is a song about "Fuck crips"

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

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

He been waiting for his connection to come

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Hit and miss these fake crips

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

I just play my part make moves like chess

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.