This is a song about "I be i the crib"

I may not be the smartest

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

I wanna be the guy

That new c-l fly

I can be the fucking best

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I have to be quicker, i have to be the victor

I may not be the prettiest

She leave her hair in the sink

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more