This is a song about "Hood bitch"

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

I just light up and focus

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Aye, hold your head homie, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Call the crib, same number same hood

My nigga, no hook

I'm chillin' in this hood

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

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

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