This is a song about "The homies at the crib chill"

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

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

Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Call the crib, same number same hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die