This is a song about "Hood 650 all day"

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

Grind all day til the family okay

Be wearin crockadillys all and every day

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

And that i spent the night with her

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

Grind all day til the family okay

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Fuck that all i see is a hood rat id never ever touch smack

I'll murder all you mothafuckas any day!

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say