This is a song about "Calum hood"

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Trapping with the hood rats

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

I got the hood behind me

So give it baby

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

With so many others still stuck in the hood

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I send my niggas through your hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look