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

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

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

From hollywood to the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

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

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Had to re align and not resign

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Yo, i'll bet she be back

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom