This is a song about "Pimps in the crib"

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Call the crib, same number same hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Have a crib, feel the breeze

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

In private, not public in the streets

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

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

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