This is a song about "Killing kim kardshiam faggots crips whiteboy niggas"

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Im killing all these niggas that's claiming to be rappers

Never trip over what aint mine/ niggas still killing over what isnt theirs

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

So i say goodbye cause ma niggas killing

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Lil prps like 3 digits

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