This is a song about "You ain t hood"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Girl listen when you ready for good loving, instead of hood fucking

Destined to win, get respect where i live

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

To win a battle you need your neighborhood, i call it the hater's hood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?