This is a song about "The hood tryna kill me"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Call the crib, same number same hood

They tryna see the end of me

Where you belong with your family

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

I don't kill the beats for me they go commit martyrdom

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

I die being me,im fucking happy,see my hood see the king

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed