This is a song about "Welfare hood thug crips"

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

The louisiana cajuns and texans, still refuse welfare,

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

She likes the way it hits her lips

Hit and miss these fake crips

Better than your bitch would

I'm chillin' in this hood

Heard you gotta be a thug

Bitches is artificially duck

Showed your lil' ass look

From hollywood to the hood

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win