This is a song about "West side crips"

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

I need you by my side

You gotta make sure you aim right

But they still got them nice emcees from the west,

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Gang banging with bloods and crips

I already said im the best, yeah you guessed, fuck kanye west

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

You hang out where the pimps collide

And ill stand at your side

Hit and miss these fake crips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince