This is a song about "Pimps in the crib"

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Got that new crib in candy lane

I wish i’ll never see you again

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

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

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry