This is a song about "Living in the hood fucking shit up"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I don't live in the hood

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

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

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good