This is a song about "Welfare hood weave nails"

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

She got me caught up in the moment

Fucking welfare, there cheating the government

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

I don't live in the hood

You bull shit, look

Helicopters on the set of my sales

Ain't no way you breakin' me kid, i'm harder than nails

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

But now your under a hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good