This is a song about "Rolling with the hood"

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Loud shit, weird noise

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Now if you give us a chance

Trapping with the hood rats

So now she picks up the gun

Rolling with my garrison.

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Rolling with some brothers letting the cash fly. alright, so let me tell you bout the