This is a song about "Going through the hood"

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

While we going through the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

I'm here rapping with adrenaline going through vein/

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I send my niggas through your hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood