This is a song about "Straight outta the hood"

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

So get the heck outta here,

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

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

Low income no bills getting paid

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Outta the fucking blue/

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you