This is a song about "Me and my crew need money"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Cause i'm apart it and that's my crew

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

But fuck a fake friend, you best believe it'll be me and my crew

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

And word i blew off herb i grew

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

Myself and my crew til the very end

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Thats the lifestyle me and my crew

I wanna be next to you

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

It's me and my crew up there, but maybe a couple others,