This is a song about "Hood fane"

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

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

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

But now your under a hood

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

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

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

You bull shit, look

I don't live in the hood

I got the hood behind me

Third ward general, young cash money