This is a song about "Calum hood"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

If theres a time that in the hood

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

Foolish, i be on that new shit