This is a song about "Dapper girl hood"

Call the crib, same number same hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Get on stage smooth, the get-up dapper

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Please boo what's your size crazy

I got the hood behind me

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

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could