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

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Just grab a jack, and relax

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Oh man, that bad neighborhood

Showed your lil' ass look

Banging out niggas with attitude

Woke up in a fuckin bad mood

I thought i'd come back and blend in with the neighborhood,

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look