This is a song about "Living on the hood"

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

I don't live in the hood

Better than your bitch would

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

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

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

With so many others still stuck in the hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Be winning my living back on the right side of killing and kidding.

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood