This is a song about "White kids in da hood"

Yea but, i live on the beach kids outside an they playin in da heat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

If theres a time that in the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Pussy niggas dont want war da hood will never match you

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I wanna be da best for ma ppl and da best in da nation

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool