This is a song about "Hood niggas"

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Niggas talk with limited service

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

I send my niggas through your hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Trapping with the hood rats

For setting up traps

Better than your bitch would

But now your under a hood

My nigga, no hook

I'm chillin' in this hood

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Catchin' up with hood niggas, ballin', rhymin' triple beam,