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

Put a rapper in his place and slam my car hood down,on his skull,

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

I send my niggas through your hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Not hungry for my poetry

Take my bus and bust down money

I do dis for my niggas and city

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

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