This is a song about "Killings hood"

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

I'm just trying to focus

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Bait baby, wait baby

I got the hood behind me

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

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

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood