This is a song about "Sabrina hood"

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

I'm chillin' in this hood

She got that good good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

One night love: i'mma need that

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded