This is a song about "Fuck the crips"

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Fuck the rules of this battle,

She caught up in my love triangle

And the v12, that's on various trips

Hit and miss these fake crips

Let's enjoy our younger years

Like fuck all the haters

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters