This is a song about "I love u and im a student trying to get out the hood"

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

I know these times we all trying to get a paycheck,

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Oh how fast the mood switched and then find out she's a hood bitch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Im trying to hard and i could do with some corrections,

No way out, u trying to find out what to do

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you