This is a song about "Pimps in the crib"

Comin to ya crib and whipe u out with my steel/

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

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

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

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

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

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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