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

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

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

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

My mind is a sharpen blade trapped in the dark all day

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Morphine all up in the system

When it's all said and done

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,