This is a song about "Hood bitch"

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

With so many others still stuck in the hood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I don't live in the hood

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

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

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

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good