This is a song about "Dealing in the hood"

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

But the hood was always in my heart

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

That we can't forget the past

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I don't live in the hood