This is a song about "I m a crips"

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Keep the bitches on my dick

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

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