This is a song about "Shoot up the rival hood"

Em teached me how to fuck up my rival

If they startcuz it's all about survival

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Call the crib, same number same hood

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood

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

Drive to your hood and start shoot

I must go like fly route

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral