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

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

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

I don't live in the hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Hop in and let me test drive

Victims of that thug life

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I'm chillin' in this hood

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Like im some sorta thug

I don't really give a fuck