This is a song about "Hood expectations"

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Get on the page and you your expectations are met

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

My bitches fuck me good

I don't live in the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

With so many others still stuck in the hood

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

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