This is a song about "On crip"

I hate when they bleed cause i'm a crip,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Feel your chest on top on

And just keep livin on

When you took my hand up so calm

Pay dues like a hair salon

No point in hanging on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on