This is a song about "From the woods to the hoods"

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Hear the siege from dededo to asheville

A lot of people called it last year

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

From the cradle to the grave

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

From the gutter to the roof

With women with issues

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

From workin' 9 to 5, from grindin', tryna provide for the family,

From the people who control to people

Cause this album pack enough evil