This is a song about "Fuck you all im rolling with my homies from the hood screamin thug life yeah doc its 9boz cuz im boz and im the boy in the hood and il put a pistol in your ass im going crazy screaming this shit trough the boyz n the hood every hood s the same this blocc"

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

If theres a time that in the hood

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

I die being me,im fucking happy,see my hood see the king

Call the crib, same number same hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good