This is a song about "Welfare hood weave nails"

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Call the crib, same number same hood

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Any future we can weave, and if we leave

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

You’re tough as nails girl, i cannot phase

See i be kicking my raps good, with or without sales

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

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood