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

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Got ma head in da books

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I live on the beach and these kids outside and they playin n da heat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

So wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood