This is a song about "Bitches in the hood"

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

They could never understand

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

With so many others still stuck in the hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

But the hood was always in my heart

This for my niggas that really rap hard