This is a song about "Grapestreet crips"

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

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

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

When you spill out hits

Hes got on some crips kicks

Hit and miss these fake crips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Gang banging with bloods and crips

These chalance give me balance

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

Sky high, iced out paradise

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise