This is a song about "Welfare hood thug crips"

That shit was wack as fuck

Like im some sorta thug

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Still living the thug life

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

But what would you do if you had food stamps and welfare?

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

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

I don't live in the hood

My nigga, no hook

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Fucking welfare, there cheating the government