This is a song about "Hood thug crips"

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Hes got on some crips kicks

Went out and had a church of kids

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Where you welcome to problems

But with the thug life comes

I'm chillin' in this hood

You bull shit, look

This information is vital, look

If theres a time that in the hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I don't live in the hood