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

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

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Its not your fault all you know is a. b .c from the alphabet,

And i just want to hold her

I'm not frail from the exposure

Got love from the hood so it's all good

Call levi's we can see about the home cook