This is a song about "Hanging out at the crib"

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Where you belong with your family

Comin to ya crib and whipe u out with my steel/

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Call the crib, same number same hood

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door