This is a song about "Hood girl bestfreind"

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Or know them testament verses

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

I got the hood behind me

This information is vital, look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Showed your lil' ass look

I'm chillin' in this hood