This is a song about "Boys in the hood"

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Boys oink like you in the middle

As i light one for ill will

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

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

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

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

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good