This is a song about "Mtv cribs"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Turn on your mtv what you see on the screen

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

The bitches is everything in between

Are seen on bet and mtv, the tv screen,

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

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

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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