This is a song about "Not the hood"

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Knowing you can no longer party

I got the hood behind me

Call the crib, same number same hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Represent for the south, man i rep it for the hood