This is a song about "Selling drugs in the hood"

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood