This is a song about "Every hood the same"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Reminisce on 'hood memories, we had the rank same,

I turned into something they never became

And make the same face on every play like jason kidd

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

If theres a time that in the hood

Call the crib, same number same hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

He just get her bigger bags

Trapping with the hood rats