This is a song about "Young crip"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

I was young and running wild,

You can search but you'll never find

And peace to this young warrior,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

The next day you is everybody target

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

To my unborn child

I was young and running wild,