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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

If theres a time that in the hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

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