This is a song about "Satan messing things up an the hood don t mess with the games"

We in the mob im the don,

New message from mom

But to rush the stage. ya messing with a bunch of mobsters,

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Be careful who you're messing with when you call the bluff out

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Fellow don't mess with the hero of sorrow

He burned the doob, an upsetting mess with no the urge to move

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice