This is a song about "You re not from the hood"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

To win a battle you need your neighborhood, i call it the hater's hood

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

And i just want to hold her

I'm not frail from the exposure

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

But for the neighbors, screams were common when you live in the hood.

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

This information is vital, look

From hollywood to the hood

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen