This is a song about "Growinv up in the hood"

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

I don't live in the hood

She got that good good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

Under the hood when she looked up saw and thought