This is a song about "Not from the hood"

I got the hood behind me

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

From the get go, not from the ghetto, watched it from a distance though

I'm not frail from the exposure

Of impactful things one can ask for

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Call the crib, same number same hood