This is a song about "Supreme hood"

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

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

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

I send my niggas through your hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats