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

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

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

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

But the hood was always in my heart

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard