This is a song about "Not being hood enough"

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

But being rough and stading tought seems not enough

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Just not enough to start to really excel,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

It gets tricky without tha cash this hour glass not long enough

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

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

All the bitches know my name

I must not fear being insane