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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

They are the coaches in this

My dick, stupid bitches

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I send my niggas through your hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

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

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

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

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book