This is a song about "Being in the hood"

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

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

But the hood was always in my heart

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask