This is a song about "My hoodie"

No new kicks or dope hoodie to hide in my shame,

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

My brain fucked up so i put a hoodie on to cover it

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I wear a hoodie, i get labeled so we just gotta be smart

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Fuck fame, fuck money

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------