This is a song about "Hood and gansters"

But now your under a hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Oh how fast the mood switched and then find out she's a hood bitch

Showed your lil' ass look

I don't live in the hood