This is a song about "Fight me in the hood"

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

People always dying in the hood, stood

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

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

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

I got the hood behind me

Where you belong with your family

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would