This is a song about "Drug dealing in hood"

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

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

This information is vital, look

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

With so many others still stuck in the hood

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good