This is a song about "From the hood the hood"

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Got love from the hood so it's all good

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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