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

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

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

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

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

From hollywood to the hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

If theres a time that in the hood

Hit and miss these fake crips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Lately been writing poems

But with the thug life comes