This is a song about "Boyz in the hood"

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

But for the neighbors, screams were common when you live in the hood.

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Bumping heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky but funky"