This is a song about "Hood drugs"

Amen, they say you only live once

You better call cops,coz this drugs

I'm chillin' in this hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I don't live in the hood

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

I got the hood behind me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Bonding over our love for drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood