This is a song about "Hood nigga"

I got the hood behind me

They say i talk like im god body

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

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

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

But now your under a hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look