This is a song about "Growing up in the hood and being in foster care"

Lift your hands up in the air and wave'em like you just dont care

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Escapin foster care.

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

Not a care in the world

She wanted to fight at first