This is a song about "Hood thug crips los ange"

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

To liberate yourself, africa

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

Love will have you stuck

Like im some sorta thug

While scheming on hits

Hit and miss these fake crips

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But now your under a hood

Victims of that thug life

Inferior, but i'm nice