This is a song about "Basketball in hood"

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood