This is a song about "Shootin up the hood"

I'm an evil clown, shootin up the town getting dough like a baker

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Killin rappers by the dozen cause im flooded shootin buttons,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Shootin past the sun, outta the milky way unlike any rocket

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

If theres a time that in the hood

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

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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

Mama made her pretty

I got the hood behind me

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are