This is a song about "Cats in the hood"

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

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

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

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

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

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

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

With so many others still stuck in the hood