This is a song about "Chicks in tha hood"

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Of your memories in tha dozen

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

I'm chillin' in this hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Butim still screamin in circles fuck tha free world

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would