This is a song about "Outta the hood"

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Trapping with the hood rats

Know it good when she go no hands

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

I got the hood behind me

Outta this world to the atmosphere

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Call the crib, same number same hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good