This is a song about "Corrupt rosengrd hood"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I know more about the corrupt system

I don't live in the hood

My nigga, no hook

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

And see those corporate executives fund corrupt elections,

How did a nice boy get so damn corrupt

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hoppin fences

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I send my niggas through your hood

Better than your bitch would