This is a song about "Boys n the hood"

As i light one for ill will

Boys oink like you in the middle

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Call the crib, same number same hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,