This is a song about "Slobs"

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

But it ain't no rules in this game giving slobs blue

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Innocuous most of the time unless you slobs wanna pop some shit