This is a song about "Weed bitchs haging with my crew"

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Thinking you're all big with your little crew,

He ain't give a fuck about you

Stay positive and hang with the crew

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Come with ya gas you’ll leave with a dead crew,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

And i've been thinking bout you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

You can't open up, my crew, y'all can't cope with us,