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

Around my new found,hypness that shut the fucking hood down,

But i apologize for not walking you around

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

And look at that shit now, the 'hood is all in a bunch,

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

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