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

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Must be something you want me to see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

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

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

I would never ignore you ‘cause i'm forever loyal

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

Take my bus and bust down money

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree