This is a song about "Loyalty hood drugs"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

Call the crib, same number same hood

This information is vital, look

Aye, hold your head homie, look

From hollywood to the hood

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Normally talk about, snorting drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood