This is a song about "The hood crip gang"

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

If theres a time that in the hood

Of the rebel gang captain

Atl was tipping them

That we can't forget the past

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Thats why i'm a crip, rid the world of unjust

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

You bull shit, look

I don't live in the hood