This is a song about "Atlanta reminisce hood"

From hollywood to the hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Nowadays i reminisce on when all i worried bout was grades/

Reminisce on memories of the '80s reaganomics,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But now your under a hood

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

You bull shit, look

I don't live in the hood

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Reminisce on 'hood memories, we had the rank same,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

So as i reminisce and make decisions