This is a song about "Hood girls"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

With so many others still stuck in the hood

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I send my niggas through your hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

No hook, fuck a hook

But now your under a hood