This is a song about "Come up from the hood"

But this real, fuck how you feel

Look , the come up is real

I don't live in the hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

The only good thats come from this

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

Under the hood when she looked up saw and thought

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Then come back from the dead and

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat