This is a song about "Welcome to my hood"

Now your under my spell welcome to hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

It's sad, but i ain't here, to talk about my fuckin' child hood,

Welcome to my dungeon, if you fuck wit me ya days are numbered

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood

Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Flyer than the rest of them

Welcome my regimen

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

And again i say to you all, hello and welcome to my struggle.

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

So welcome to the indoctrination