This is a song about "Hood nigga"

Better than your bitch would

I'm chillin' in this hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

Call the crib, same number same hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

This information is vital, look

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

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

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

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,