This is a song about "The crips"

The only time i flirt with her

In the heat of the summer,

Reminisce the times and the laughter

You know...you know who you are

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

But she took it in his place

The streetz is aint the safe

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

But i let off everything i have

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Do the math, get the sum

I need to free them