This is a song about "Pimps in the crib"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Call the crib, same number same hood

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Tell the bitch to leave the crib cos that is what i gotta do

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Why the fxck i let you in my crib, im so delirious

I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,

4-3... yea, remember that please

Have a crib, feel the breeze