This is a song about "Growing up in a bad neighborhood with jack and dj"

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

And in a few months, growing closer and closer

And your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good