This is a song about "Hood boy"

But i think i like that, just maybe

I got the hood behind me

I'm chillin' in this hood

You bull shit, look

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

I don't live in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look