This is a song about "My crib"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

4-3... yea, remember that please

Have a crib, feel the breeze

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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