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

I got the hood behind me

So give it baby

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Call the crib, same number same hood

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Em teached me how to fuck up my rival

Ha, running rebel on another level

Having you wish you read the bible more,my presence can rival wars

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Ironically it subs like a hero

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

I'll pick up your bill then shoot you dead and the tangueros will tip their hats

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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