This is a song about "Growing up in a war zone"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I'm in another time zone or even a different period

Zone 1, sosa rolled, stand up

What, what ... project shit what

C walking in the kill zone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I'm a solder i must fight in that zone

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Cos in the zone,you know is a superior genome

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Growing up as a kid, life can be tough

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus