This is a song about "My crew runs the world"

These jordan 4′s: check

Yea my crew vexed, crew vexed

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Me and my crew the best we do this to the death

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

It's inherited, it's runs in the family

But it was a miracle, i ran for miles and met my crew in the kitchen

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

The bloodshed's reality, it runs thick, it's tragedy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see