This is a song about "Joined a gang called crips"

Shouldnt have called our girl a hoe.

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

To have have said he was a thug and a gang member/

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

That you dismember a nonmember of your gang you need to hang

A strong word called investment

I’m coming back like light-skin and

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Not involved in a gang or a life of crime

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

I never had a family, except my gang and me