This is a song about "Leaving in the hood"

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

I don't live in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

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