This is a song about "Nigga hood"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

I send my niggas through your hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Girl, you got me in a trance

Trapping with the hood rats

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

From hollywood to the hood

She got that good good