This is a song about "My crib"

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

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

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

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

These my rhymes and my story

But five years from now i bet she see

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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