This is a song about "Its my hood my section"

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

But the hood was always in my heart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood