This is a song about "The crib"

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

We can go to the mall, then be back to the crib

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip