This is a song about "Getting my family out the hood"

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Let me rideuntil i get free

Visiting the family

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

Double m self made we forever rich

Around my new found,hypness that shut the fucking hood down,

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace