This is a song about "The hoods"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

And the v12, that's on various trips

The savage with the statics

Graffiti exist everywhere in my hoods placement,projects made to be

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

The realist in the game

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga