This is a song about "Boyz n hood"

Girl, you got me in a trance

Trapping with the hood rats

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

I'm chillin' in this hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

So all your girls bet a grab ya boyz

Simply out of this world by choice

If theres a time that in the hood

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

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

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