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

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I don't live in the hood

And i'm not from the 'hood, so i never packed a piece,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

This information is vital, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

Had to re align and not resign

Private plane, my seat recline

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good