This is a song about "Upper vascular hood"

Dodge a #punch, upper#cut like #jay #z

Like hoes down in magic city

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

When all i see are safe places, upper middle class families,

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

Call the crib, same number same hood

I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Back then we were the best, sitting on that upper tier

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good