This is a song about "Pimps in the crib"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

We can go to the mall, then be back to the crib

Pimps and thieves controlling 'em, and they patrollin' corners,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

My momma needed a new crib

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots