This is a song about "Pulled up at the crib with some gas"

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Stop with the policy of poppin' pills before you get pulled by a cop

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Of the nearest gas station,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit