This is a song about "Pimps in the crib"

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

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

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

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

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Got that new crib in candy lane

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Have a crib, feel the breeze

4-3... yea, remember that please