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,

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Money fast like eminem's rap

And you all will respect that

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance