This is a song about "Fuck the crips"

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

What the fuck were you thinking?

Fuck all the blacks and fuck all the motherfuckin whites

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

After lebron, i'm what's next

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

What the fuck are you thinkin

Catch you up on places i've been

You can hear it in my lyrics

Hes got on some crips kicks

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters