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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

I used to be the most humble until

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

Me and all my homies like to chill n shit

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit