This is a song about "Depression in the hood"

If theres a time that in the hood

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

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

I don't live in the hood

She got that good good

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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