This is a song about "Santa in the hood"

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

I start to think it's all planned

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

But the hood was always in my heart

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

People always dying in the hood, stood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good