This is a song about "Hood nigga"

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

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

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

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

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

This information is vital, look

If theres a time that in the hood

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I got the hood behind me

Trapping with the hood rats

For setting up traps