Hood Country

I'm the type of girl you take home to your parents. The kind that ain't scared of the streets and won't back down in a fight. I'm the one that's a freak in the sheets and your mama will die for you to be with. Ima mamas girl and brothers little trouble maker.

When your raised in the hood of Carolina, you don't have much of a selection. You either country and drive around with the big loud trucks with mud and farms, or your straight hood, the nice ass car with money and dope. There's the few in between that's where I fit in.