This is a song about "Taxing the hood"

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

I don't live in the hood

My bitches fuck me good

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

With so many others still stuck in the hood

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

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast