This is a song about "Drug dealing in hood"

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

People always dying in the hood, stood

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin