This is a song about "Boyz in the hood"

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

But the hood was always in my heart

A working genius, a work of art

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

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

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