This is a song about "Basketball in hood"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

People always dying in the hood, stood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

And my bank account look just like a phone card

But the hood was always in my heart

I'm chillin' in this hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,