This is a song about "Robin hood"

Trapping with the hood rats

She do it with no hands

I send my niggas through your hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

I'm chillin' in this hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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