This is a song about "Chilling with the boys in the hood skinning a zute"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

If theres a time that in the hood

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Boys oink like you in the middle

Baby i am professional

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Arrive at the building, around 9 am smoke a cigarette just chilling,

We both had dreams of being great

Chilling out in the shade

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book