This is a song about "Hood game"

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

If theres a time that in the hood

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

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

Wood chain with a jesus

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good