This is a song about "Dapper girl hood"

We vegetables, on them record labels

Apples, been dapper, burning double end candles

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

And there's little to be glad for

Get on stage smooth, the get-up dapper

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

No hook, fuck a hook

But now your under a hood

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

The world should turn as soon as my records spin