This is a song about "Grapestreet crips"

When you spill out hits

Hes got on some crips kicks

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

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,

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Hit and miss these fake crips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I only got four minutes

Gang banging with bloods and crips

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this