This is a song about "Pussy and good and hood"

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

A pussy and a crotch, rapper and astronaut!

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Lobsters and shrimp im good

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

And panned out, i'm all in love

Cussin' pussy and status,

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood