This is a song about "New hood"

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

I don't live in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

I got the hood behind me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

If theres a time that in the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could