This is a song about "The hood parts"

I got the hood behind me

Could i make you my baby

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

And if i want to go outside

Just need to do a quick swap then rip the rhino in parts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

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

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace