This is a song about "From the woods to the hoods"

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

The feelings from within that seemed to come from above

Baby, let me give you a call

From the bench to the ball

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

From the bottom to the top

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But still i hear rustles in the woods and i think it's the police emerging,

From the gutter to the roof

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Epic, they used to feed me detours