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

He's out making product move with the cops in hot pursuit,

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

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)

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Yo, yo, yo, lemme show you how we do it down in the hood...

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would