This is a song about "Supa sonic hood"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

I got the hood behind me

Shit with our whole family

But now your under a hood

She got that good good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Know it good when she go no hands

Trapping with the hood rats