This is a song about "Helping my mom out the hood"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

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

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

Take the time i wasted helping you out on you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud