This is a song about "Growing up in the hood and being in foster care"

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Lift your hands up in the air and wave'em like you just dont care

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

We left em a world that's cursed

Not a care in the world