This is a song about "My hood love me"

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

My mom and dad don't love me, never got along

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Hoes love me because of my cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Damn girl don't get me wrong cause my love is neat

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Trendsetter my fans love they send me letters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Switch on your bluetooth let me send my love through,

Outta three steps one took me back and that took me right back to "my love..."

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness