This is a song about "Upper vascular hood"

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

From hollywood to the hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

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

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

If theres a time that in the hood

Thing you have upper "hand" against me, bro

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Guess who has the upper hand when its time to feast

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east