This is a song about "Hood expectations"

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

And i can write a hook fast

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I send my niggas through your hood

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

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book