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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

I don't live in the hood

My bitches fuck me good