This is a song about "Killing crips"

Starts with the killing of you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I had this crazy vision of killing

I only got one rule, no kissing

17. now i'm willing to get killing,

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Right flows down and they might go nice

Lil prps like 3 digits

Hes got on some crips kicks

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Killing these motherfuckers because i'm superior.

Ima let her be by herself in peace

I'm killing off,all the babies