This is a song about "Fly in da hood"

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

This power, superwoman, in da sky, im feelin fly

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

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

If theres a time that in the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would