This is a song about "The crips"

Could be applied to this shit

Got the passion for the music

The streetz is aint the safe

But she took it in his place

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

Hes got on some crips kicks

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

So we'll just suffer

In the heat of the summer,