This is a song about "Hood crips los angeles"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Call the crib, same number same hood

From hollywood to the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Hit and miss these fake crips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I don't live in the hood

You bull shit, look

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Pocket racked up all big faces