This is a song about "Gangs and the hood"

And i'm not from the 'hood, so i never packed a piece,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

So westcoast bump tupac and biggie.walk around the hood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Under the hood when she looked up saw and thought

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Oh how fast the mood switched and then find out she's a hood bitch