This is a song about "The hilltop hoods"

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Yeah, i'm a lone wolf pack letting grannies ride me in red hoods

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

We have nothing in common

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Hate it when they take powder

For the man of the hour

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will