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

I send my niggas through your hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

My momma needed a new crib

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

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

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

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

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood