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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Em teached me how to fuck up my rival

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

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

And shoot the fucking sky,

Damn is your mattress dry

I must go like fly route

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look