This is a song about "Santa in the hood"

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

But the hood was always in my heart

If theres a time that in the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

People always dying in the hood, stood

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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