This is a song about "You ain t hood"

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?

That's why i shine like i does

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

Moms asked where i'm goin', to the hood if you ain't knowin'

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

"jc, you ain't gonna make it! go back to your fucking hood!"