This is a song about "Santa in the hood"

But for the neighbors, screams were common when you live in the hood.

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

But for the neighbors, screams were common when you live in the hood.

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

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

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook