This is a song about "Rep my hood"

I really love my miami crew

I'm down for my hood,but who are u?

Or getting a little rep to my name

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

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

Rep my clique endlessly

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

But the hood was always in my heart

You shook my world and it felt apart

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

I rep yung bloods/ yeah dey get it right/ bez close yah eyes/ cuz my fame is bright/