This is a song about "Rap hooks"

Whether teddy or pat

And sense when because i rap,

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Be rapping out hooks still you ain't chilli fearing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

And my hooks stay swinging

She hooks up with the guy, chatting with him on facebook,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Then shook together a couple bars and hooks, finished,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Plus we've been droppin' hooks and ballin' like our fuckin' shit's kareem,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Focused on the hooks instead of my books