This is a song about "Taxing the hood"

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

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

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

My uncle pulled me to the side

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Call the crib, same number same hood

If theres a time that in the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good