This is a song about "Guns exotic cars hookers killing crips drive bys"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Hes got on some crips kicks

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance