This is a song about "Hood niggas gangs"

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I'm chillin' in this hood

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

I got the hood behind me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free