This is a song about "Hood expectations"

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But now your under a hood

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and