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

Helping the the position that i'm in

And i like my girls with ambition

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car