This is a song about "Dope bitches in my hood"

No new kicks or dope hoodie to hide in my shame,

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

I don't live in the hood

Better than your bitch would

I'm chillin' in this hood

My bitches fuck me good

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair