This is a song about "A chiled hood that was bad and fake friends"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

At that moment was an epiphany and had a bad feeling so i started racing

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All these rappers complain about fake friends

I did bad things and it was a crime

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

And my niggas say that dope is fake