This is a song about "Fuck the hood"

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Call the crib, same number same hood

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

They just wanna dance

Trapping with the hood rats

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

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

Represent for the south, man i rep it for the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook