This is a song about "On crip"

You ain't a crip like snoop you ain't a blood like game

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

100 percent on everything and on my team

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

I could go on and on and on for hours,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Aight, keep going, on and on

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies