This is a song about "Hoodie"

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

No new kicks or dope hoodie to hide in my shame,

I wear a hoodie, i get labeled so we just gotta be smart

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

My brain fucked up so i put a hoodie on to cover it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit