This is a song about "In my hood you don t see me to offton"

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

I die being me,im fucking happy,see my hood see the king

And just in time your head is mine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

And i got 'em every day, every day

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/