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

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

If theres a time that in the hood

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

With an ar-16 and shoot up the whole fucking lobby

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

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

With so many others still stuck in the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow