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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

In the garden guarding my hoes

If theres a time that in the hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

She's bad and she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

Smoke ? you know it taste good

From hollywood to the hood