This is a song about "Mommy s hood"

I don't live in the hood

You bull shit, look

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I'm chillin' in this hood

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Get ya head bust

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

If theres a time that in the hood

My bitches fuck me good

But now your under a hood

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

I got three bitches and one is ya mommy

Champagne in my tummy i won't ashame my mommy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see