This is a song about "My hood love me"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

The club underwater, have em running out the front

My love for music i trust she'll lead me out of dusk