This is a song about "Gangs and living in the hood"

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

And look at that shit now, the 'hood is all in a bunch,

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Just hustling you understand

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book