This is a song about "Fuck the crips"

Convertibles with turbo jets

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Because the government just does'nt give a fuck

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Hit and miss these fake crips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Hes got on some crips kicks

You can hear it in my lyrics

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Boy what the fuck, not again, naah, no, not the fuck, fuck a rucus, suck a bus

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

What the fuck were you thinking?