This is a song about "Jose is a crip"

I hate when they bleed cause i'm a crip,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

That's what a public offense is

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Cause lately iv been going by jose n stocking on my prey

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Back to lex luger, you are not a crip tonight,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night