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

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

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

I try to keep my vibes good, but its hard when your living in the hood,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Because i've been living in the moment and it's just going super

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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