This is a song about "Hood fight"

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

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

Fight that guerrilla, fight that #vizion stigma

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

But all i do is fight

And you're approaching me right

She got that good good

But now your under a hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Three times cause fate had my side

The only time will fight

I don't live in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look