This is a song about "Neighborhood southside drugs"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

I'm your favorite neighborhood rapper, please send me the damage fees

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Probly from selling or doing drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Cos that is what happens to the neighborhood snitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood