This is a song about "Fuck the hood"

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

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

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good