This is a song about "Put your hood up"

U loose a tooth or three if you put up your dukes with me

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

"jc, you ain't gonna make it! go back to your fucking hood!"

So hood i put sugar on toast then i serve it like a host

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Tie you up put you in the trunk and drive your car into a hospital

But now your under a hood

This information is vital, look

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And if you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly