This is a song about "Bullied in the hood"

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

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

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Your the kid that got bullied back in preschool

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

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

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

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Hope all over again, we can start

But the hood was always in my heart

With so many others still stuck in the hood

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look