This is a song about "Money bitches hood"

Trapping with the hood rats

He just get her bigger bags

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Get money then bitches

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I send my niggas through your hood

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

I make songs about shit for attention

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.