This is a song about "On crip"

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

And just keep livin on

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Droning on and on, about geometry and trig....

Make room for the groom married to his music

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

100 percent on everything and on my team

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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