This is a song about "For my hood"

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

But the hood was always in my heart

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Represent for the south, man i rep it for the hood

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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