This is a song about "A rap about a girl in the hood"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

The girl walked by me without a care in the world

Back like i never ever left in the first

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Instead of the hoes i was digging out, the one girl i always had a fit about

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

My bitches fuck me good

I don't live in the hood

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

A snitch in my hood will do no good maybe he should