This is a song about "Young crip"

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Soldiers lost their mind

I was young and running wild,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

61. young money with laxatives,

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

I hate when they bleed cause i'm a crip,

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

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun