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

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,

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

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

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Have a crib, feel the breeze

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Wonderin round the places we used to chill at from dusk til dawn,

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib