This is a song about "Friend hood"

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

But now your under a hood

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I don't live in the hood

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

You know that shit is my best friend.

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

And all she wants is to dance

Trapping with the hood rats

I thought you were a friend

Nigga i ain't never scared