This is a song about "The hood tryna kill me"

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

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Trapping with the hood rats

Living out of bags

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Will they kill me while im sleepin, two to the head/

Tryna find myself letting the stars show me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

They tryna see the end of me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city