This is a song about "Grapestreet crips"

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

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

Hes got on some crips kicks

She likes the way it hits her lips

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Gang banging with bloods and crips

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

I'm everything that they call nice

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Hit and miss these fake crips