This is a song about "Baby mama life in the hood"

I don't live in the hood

Better than your bitch would

I truly need you, baby you're the light in my life.

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Mama hides me in the basement

Clap two times if you drunk

My all gold rolly or the

I made her my baby mama

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood