This is a song about "Money murda hood"

Double mg not to mention

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I send my niggas through your hood

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

See you hoes in the street and i murda ya

But now your under a hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look