This is a song about "Riding hood"

I don't live in the hood

No hook, fuck a hook

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Riding inna hammer dip

Although thought that we would grow

Catch me riding so solo

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

I send my niggas through your hood

By god, stop whining

Verse writing, hearse riding,

Written riding my spaceship

Free earl, that's the fucking shit