This is a song about "Hood girl bestfreind"

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I got the hood behind me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

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

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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