This is a song about "Boys in the hood"

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I don't live in the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

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

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

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

But the hood was always in my heart

See, where i come from is hard

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one