This is a song about "Grapestreet crips"

When you spill out hits

Gang banging with bloods and crips

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Hes got on some crips kicks

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

They getting nice, they got some ice

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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

Hit and miss these fake crips

While scheming on hits

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this