This is a song about "Life of a crip"

But its a different side of life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I hate when she bleed too cause i'm a crip,

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

A life of peace and blazing fires

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Don't wanna live a life of regret

Im falling out of life like a ranger

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

You ain't a crip like snoop you ain't a blood like game

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again