This is a song about "The bloods"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

This young bloods got it in him/ the rhythm came through to this generation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win