This is a song about "Hood bitch"

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

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

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Wood chain with a jesus

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

I'm chillin' in this hood

No hook, fuck a hook

Now if you give us a chance

Trapping with the hood rats