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

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

I don't live in the hood

Better than your bitch would

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

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

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look