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

If theres a time that in the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Where you welcome to problems

But with the thug life comes

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Gang banging with bloods and crips

When you spill out hits

Hit and miss these fake crips

3m's on my new balance

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

Better than your bitch would

Call the crib, same number same hood