This is a song about "Cats in the hood"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

If theres a time that in the hood

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

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

People always dying in the hood, stood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

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

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood