This is a song about "Cats in the hood"

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

People always dying in the hood, stood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

You're a rap snob that lacks facts of cats thoughts in the scene

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook