This is a song about "Westside crip"

I hate when she bleed too cause i'm a crip,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

And nine out of ten broads call a nigga arrogant

Thats why i'm a crip, rid the world of unjust

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Back to lex luger, you are not a crip tonight,

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

You ain't a crip like snoop you ain't a blood like game

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Fuck all slobs kill them with a knife bk all day every day crip life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise