This is a song about "Growing up in the hood 650 all day"

She got that good good

I don't live in the hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

Morphine all up in the system

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

It's soulja tell 'em remenice about up in the younger day

But five years from now i bet she see

Growing up in the streets was easy