This is a song about "Risk loss"

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Its your call i can't make you chose ,risk risk you got nothing to lose,

A loss on your part, is a sad thought

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Willing to take a risk?

My women be in the newest

Take a risk up the ante, like you don't need a nanny

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

But in the end it is his loss,

Where would i be without my dogs

Little kids are at a loss

Huh, a metaphor of course

Declaring war is a risk cant best this i trip like acid

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Insane to ignore the risk, but its survival of the fittest