This is a song about "Hood fight"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Better than your bitch would

Call the crib, same number same hood

I don't wanna lose any fight

Show me that it's alright

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

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

I don't live in the hood

My nigga, no hook

Mind of ice/time to fight/

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

So i begin to fight and fight

Me and you i think we should ride