This is a song about "Killing crips"

And getting money is the song i sing

I had this crazy vision of killing

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Snooping around and killing

This ain't easy, im thinking

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Killing like every single beat,

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

My divine itching and shrine killing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring