This is a song about "The crib"

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

You fly down the crib, get the arses there,and return to the cliff,

X's and o's, you must be the rose

The more battles the better the flows

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Through all the rain and the pain

Got that new crib in candy lane

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music