This is a song about "Hood survival"

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Yo pockets anorexic and it's survival of the fittest

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

But most if them don't dictate our survival

Vital information for survival,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

No hook, fuck a hook

But now your under a hood

My bitches fuck me good

I'm chillin' in this hood