This is a song about "Hood weed"

Call the crib, same number same hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

The revolution will proceed

Put up and smoke that weed,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Yeah i know we never got to meet

While i'm making history

I got the hood behind me

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I'm chillin' in this hood

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood