This is a song about "Mtv cribs"

Are you coming?to the point that your running

With you, my cd, and maybe mtv or something,

Deliver an ass whipping via mp3 and giving you people more reality than mtv.

Knew we came for murder, pullin up in a hearsewestside was the war cry bustin off freely

And my shit's ridiculous, it should be on mtv

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Fuck a vibe award,no mtv or all the above im in it for the origins

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Are seen on bet and mtv, the tv screen,