This is a song about "Hood drugs"

Call the crib, same number same hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Bonding over our love for drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

But now your under a hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good