This is a song about "The hoods"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

The more battles the better the flows

The bigger the the fun

And i listen to common

And there's little to be glad for

For the man of the hour

People don't condone what they've never seen

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Alcohol and booty calls

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

Because i'm weary of seeing all these rappers spitting on records with no skill

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