This is a song about "Hood crips los angeles"

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I got the hood behind me

I be gettin' money

My bitches fuck me good

But now your under a hood

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Call the crib, same number same hood