This is a song about "Judge in the hood"

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

And bijies like im out and

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

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

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

But for the neighbors, screams were common when you live in the hood.

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood