This is a song about "Helping my mom out the hood"

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

What good can come out of the hood, we so misunderstood/

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

Found out she living off tax that's hood, then started my attack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face