This is a song about "Her crib"

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Get yours; you know what this about

Dick her down kick her out

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

I must go like fly route

Dick her down kick her out