This is a song about "Depression in the hood"

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

If theres a time that in the hood

People always dying in the hood, stood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

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

I would have been a totally different person

My bitches fuck me good

I don't live in the hood