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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

Mobbing with the homies and family

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

You fly down the crib, get the arses there,and return to the cliff,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

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

Instrumental from lexus, change is what they expected