This is a song about "On crip"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I hate when she bleed too cause i'm a crip,

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Pay dues like a hair salon

No point in hanging on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Maybe we shoulda held on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Huh, i can't interpret her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom