This is a song about "Boys in da hood"

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I don't live in the hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

But you must know you have to do it in moderation

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

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

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

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

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good