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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

If theres a time that in the hood

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

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

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

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took