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

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

And shoot the fucking sky,

She gotta hold her head up high

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

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

Em teached me how to fuck up my rival

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that