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

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking 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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

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