This is a song about "Been bloods since little kids"

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Cus i been dealing drugs since i was a little kid

I ain't really been myself since rod passed

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Asking little kids if they can

This should be illegal man

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Been smoking ever since i was a teen

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die