This is a song about "Not from the hood"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Call the crib, same number same hood

Better than your bitch would

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Or not u're exclusde from the party online

And i'm not from the 'hood, so i never packed a piece,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

So give it baby

I got the hood behind me

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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