This is a song about "Rollin 60 crip"

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

Something wicked this way come

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

The dead society of a poet

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

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

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

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Only 60 degrees and a mild shiver

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for