This is a song about "Hood drugs homies"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

From hollywood to the hood

I don't live in the hood

She got that good good

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Normally talk about, snorting drugs

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Probly from selling or doing drugs

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