This is a song about "Clarence from catholic school not the hood"

The flow's cold as a shoulder

I'm not frail from the exposure

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

It will not be taken from the demon

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

If theres a time that in the hood

And the streets is getting colder

I'm not frail from the exposure

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

This information is vital, look

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic