This is a song about "I m a crips"

You already are caged

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

While scheming on hits

Hit and miss these fake crips

M a boy ,make my life unstoppable race...

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I shine like something in the sky

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate