This is a song about "Boys in da hood"

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

If theres a time that in the hood

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And my niggas say

The boys in blue! get 'em trey!

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool