This is a song about "My crib"

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Got that new crib in candy lane

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Have a crib, feel the breeze

Rideright back to the movies

See, i like the person that you are

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Call the crib, same number same hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,