This is a song about "Pimps in the crib"

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

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

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

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

Have a crib, feel the breeze

No key for release

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

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Got that new crib in candy lane

Through all the rain and the pain

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams