This is a song about "Hood life"

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

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

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

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

I send my niggas through your hood

With so many others still stuck in the hood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

And i can't help but notice