This is a song about "Fuck the crips"

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Actions speak louder than words

What the fuck are you thinkin

I'm wale, the prescription

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Fuck all the blacks and fuck all the motherfuckin whites

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Hit and miss these fake crips

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

So you finally got the nerve

Like fuck all the haters

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Before he had a girlfriend what the fuck

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity