This is a song about "Gangs and living in the hood"

I don't live in the hood

You bull shit, look

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

From an african american stance

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,