This is a song about "Money hood brother guns"

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

If theres a time that in the hood

Well, that's what you are

To see marshalls brother

To my own fucking brother

But that's what he liked her

From hollywood to the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Artillery weak with guns

Back with a vengeance

No hook, fuck a hook

I don't live in the hood

Five shots she ready to leave

With no guns and no shields

We bustin' like shot guns

Guess they ran out of options