This is a song about "Poppin willys and back to that hood shit"

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

And they tryna to lock me down like they own that shit

Im a fuckin maniac, poppin prozac, and chasin the shit with hennessy cognac,

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

And look at that shit now, the 'hood is all in a bunch,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

And if you get to screamin that you gonna clap back

In this life, nothing is forever, my lady

And looking back at all the shit, that seems so fucking crazy,