This is a song about "The retro crew"

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

I've been rapping against obsessives, the ym shit talking crew

Put you to rest and go for the rest of your crew

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Can even afford retro fours

I put these poems all in these songs

But the nlb crew we here to motivate

But i do quite well with all the bait

That's why i'm so annoyed

Point is real things,the jas crew joint

I feel resurrected but kcb was underestimated cuz the whole crew separated

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

The crew thats as raw a sushi