This is a song about "Friend hood"

Put your faith in christ my friend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

We was loonie i suppose, you could

If theres a time that in the hood

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I'm chillin' in this hood

Im starving for blood my friend

Beach on the weekend

Call the crib, same number same hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good