This is a song about "Upper vascular hood"

Better than your bitch would

But now your under a hood

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

To mcs that don't rhyme good

From hollywood to the hood

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

Guess who has the upper hand when its time to feast

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut