This is a song about "Shootin up the hood"

Living out of bags

Trapping with the hood rats

Erase the past, niggas comin' through shootin' up the blocks,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

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