This is a song about "Growing up in the hood and being in foster care"

You just working with the scraps you was given

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,

Blow up and being in a position

You're uncool like my mother kin

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Blow up and being in a position

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask