This is a song about "Hood bloods"

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

The jiggas and the tips

Gang banging with bloods and crips

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

If theres a time that in the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

The concept is so absurd

And their bloods trying make it work.