This is a song about "Pimps in the crib"

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

Killing these niggas off quick

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Got that new crib in candy lane

Blow trees like a hurricane

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

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

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

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Because of you we are overly dedicated

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids