This is a song about "Hood struggles"

This information is vital, look

I send my niggas through your hood

N d struggles already lost at battle gate/

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

From hollywood to the hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

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

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

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood