This is a song about "Hood money the cribs guns hoes rap"

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

If theres a time that in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

From hollywood to the hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

It's all she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Imma make it rain