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

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

With so many others still stuck in the hood

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

Em teached me how to fuck up my rival

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Drive to your hood and start shoot

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good