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

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Got shows on top of shows

We love for a while then a light goes

In the garden guarding my hoes

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that