This is a song about "From the hood"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Got love from the hood so it's all good

And niggas flashing crazy

I got the hood behind me

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

I start to think it's all planned