This is a song about "Quando rondo crip"

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

You ain't a crip like snoop you ain't a blood like game

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

I hate when she bleed too cause i'm a crip,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho

No, just put us on death row

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen