This is a song about "Child hood"

She got that good good

I don't live in the hood

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Ignore me because i am a broken child

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

And that child support still isnt paid yet

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

This information is vital, look

If theres a time that in the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

But now your under a hood

My nigga, no hook

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood