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

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

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

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

With my niggas in the back

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats