This is a song about "My niggas and money and hood"

Then asking my identity

I do dis for my niggas and city

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter