This is a song about "Straight outta the hood"

I don't live in the hood

No hook, fuck a hook

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

Living my life like i'm living right

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Represent for the south, man i rep it for the hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

If theres a time that in the hood

So get the heck outta here,

But this real, fuck how you feel

Outta the fucking blue/

Man, girl thank you

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

And these artists don't need me they already rich