This is a song about "My crib"

Is it this black mercedes

Have a crib, feel the breeze

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Comin to ya crib and whipe u out with my steel/

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Tell the bitch to leave the crib cos that is what i gotta do

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme