This is a song about "Hood bloods"

And their bloods trying make it work.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And like a bloods point of view, i'l have you seeing all red!

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

I don't live in the hood

No hook, fuck a hook

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Call the crib, same number same hood

From hollywood to the hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

And burn you so bad bloods ask "you ok cripple"

Trapping with the hood rats

They just wanna dance

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,