This is a song about "Crib living hood gangs drugs bitches slags my fams"

Call the crib, same number same hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I send my niggas through your hood

This information is vital, look

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

I try to keep my vibes good, but its hard when your living in the hood,