This is a song about "Out the hood"

Found out she living off tax that's hood, then started my attack

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

I don't live in the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

But you don't have a chance

Trapping with the hood rats

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Now i'm putting out these records so that hood shit is explained,

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask