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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

To win a battle you need your neighborhood, i call it the hater's hood

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Call the crib, same number same hood

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

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

Oh how fast the mood switched and then find out she's a hood bitch

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

No hook, fuck a hook

I don't live in the hood

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

I'mma still be me be the same og who puts it down for the hood (you better believe it)