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

I don't live in the hood

Better than your bitch would

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

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

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

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

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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,

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look