This is a song about "Hood niggas gangs"

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I'm chillin' in this hood

Where you belong with your family

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne