This is a song about "Overcome the hood"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

I don't live in the hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

Since nautica was popular than popular for good