This is a song about "A black boy growing up in the hood"

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

If theres a time that in the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Mary lou could wear a black hood too, but she's golden

Growing up as a kid, life can be tough

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree