This is a song about "School crews"

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

While we going through the school

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

He ran with the hottest crews, thought he was a top recruit,

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Would you be running with crews or have somethin' to prove,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

You'd tellin' me if you had crews and nothin' to lose,

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

You think your crews hard? you ain't ready for this shit