This is a song about "School crews"

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

And runnin' with specific crews, turnin' blue? shit's a clue

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

The ganja is a medicine, we spray no crews,

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

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

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

So play away but stay awake, my crews change the game,

That's the sound of my tool

Rapping rule, back to school

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Cause everythang gonna be alright

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,