This is a song about "Basketball in hood"

I don't live in the hood

She got that good good

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Basketball, you are flat

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Stupid-ass, he been in the game like basketball, but no,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good