This is a song about "Fuck the crips"

These chalance give me balance

Hit and miss these fake crips

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Better yet they work my every nerve

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

I'm on deck i'm up next

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

And i'm a just take another guess

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

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

I'm everything that they call nice

I be giving work to the kids

Hes got on some crips kicks