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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

I don't live in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

They fight, with all my might,the win in sight,just hand me the mic,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

With so many others still stuck in the hood

The faker they shakin' my hand

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

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

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