This is a song about "The hood niggas"

And bijies like im out and

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

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

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Call the crib, same number same hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

Call levi's we can see about the home cook