This is a song about "Hood nights"

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

In the coldest days darkest nights

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Inspiration in the game music during nights

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

If theres a time that in the hood

From hollywood to the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

No hook, fuck a hook

But now your under a hood

I mean, like i write, every few nights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines