This is a song about "Growing up in tha hood"

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

No hook, fuck a hook

I'm chillin' in this hood

Blista in tha upper body, bring em' up so quick i

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

If theres a time that in the hood

This information is vital, look

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.