This is a song about "Welfare hood thug crips"

Hit and miss these fake crips

3m's on my new balance

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Never miss these things, see my game precise

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

Heard you gotta be a thug

They just don't give a fuck

Victims of that thug life

Rollin' down the four o five

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Was a motherfuckin' scam, promote the whole general welfare,

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Sky high, iced out paradise

Still living the thug life