This is a song about "Nigga hood"

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Trapping with the hood rats

You can see with your fans

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

I don't live in the hood

My bitches fuck me good

From hollywood to the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book