This is a song about "From the hood"

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

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

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

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

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

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

From hollywood to the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good