This is a song about "Havock in the hood"

If theres a time that in the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

I try to keep my vibes good, but its hard when your living in the hood,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

With so many others still stuck in the hood

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

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