This is a song about "My hood my gang"

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

I never had a family, except my gang and me

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Found out she living off tax that's hood, then started my attack

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood