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

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

He tosses out it out the window, arrives at his apartment,

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

He's hanging by his fingers at the edge of a cliff

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Hanging all over the place.

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

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