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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

I was growin as a person in the hard times

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

But the hood was always in my heart

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

People always dying in the hood, stood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

I try to keep my vibes good, but its hard when your living in the hood,

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood