This is a song about "My hood and my homies"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Or knowing that my homies got my back

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation