This is a song about "Upper vascular hood"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Then you wouldn't be doin' all of those upper class moves,

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I send my niggas through your hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Blista in tha upper body, bring em' up so quick i