This is a song about "Hood drugs"

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

You better call cops,coz this drugs

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Call the crib, same number same hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

From hollywood to the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good