This is a song about "I do this for my hood"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I send my niggas through your hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

A snitch in my hood will do no good maybe he should

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Not just for new orleans, i do this for every ghetto,

I got my crown for this

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses