This is a song about "My crib"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

If you ain't about money

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Why the fxck i let you in my crib, im so delirious

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

You fly down the crib, get the arses there,and return to the cliff,

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

These my rhymes and my story

Hopin' that my niggas see

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Want a crib / three times the size where i live