This is a song about "Killing my niggas in the hood"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I send my niggas through your hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

But the hood was always in my heart

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

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

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

If theres a time that in the hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will