This is a song about "Making it out the hood"

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

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

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

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Represent for the south, man i rep it for the 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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

From hollywood to the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

It aint just another neighbor hood around the block,