This is a song about "Living in the hood fucking shit up"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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

I don't live in the hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good