This is a song about "Im so hood"

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

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

Good vibes, keepin my hood behind my mind so that these vibes stay high,

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

This information is vital, look

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

What good can come out of the hood, we so misunderstood/

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

And i'm not from the 'hood, so i never packed a piece,