This is a song about "My crib"

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

My lady friends never really be into the life

Inferior, but i'm nice

Have a crib, feel the breeze

My momma needed a new crib

One night love: i'mma need that

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly