This is a song about "Hard times in the hood"

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I used to have a nine to five

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

But the hood was always in my heart

We raiders of the lost ark

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

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good