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

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Tell the bitch to leave the crib cos that is what i gotta do

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

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

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

This nation's peace sent here to run you

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone