This is a song about "Hood drugs"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I don't live in the hood

I'm chillin' in this hood

Better than your bitch would

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Bonding over our love for drugs

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Amen, they say you only live once

Normally talk about, snorting drugs

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

I send my niggas through your hood

With so many others still stuck in the hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good