This is a song about "Robin hood"

That would be enough

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Call the crib, same number same hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

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

I don't live in the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Your lines are all slurred bitch, fly as a robin bird bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

Become the king robin killin you for a crown