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

I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

The hardest part of life is growing up.

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

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

Smoke ? you know it taste good

If theres a time that in the hood

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

If you feel it, it must be real just

Sitting in igloo growing a beard