This is a song about "Money life in the hood"

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

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

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

If theres a time that in the hood

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

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

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

I try to keep my vibes good, but its hard when your living in the hood,

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

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