This is a song about "Hood life"

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

If theres a time that in the hood

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

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

Trapping with the hood rats

And all she wants is to dance